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love poem

fleurs des bébés
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
travails de la terre
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
j'ai aimé une femme
pour puis en dehors
le vieil ouest, le vieux temps
peu de porte a été atteinte enfin
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
nous avons aucune honte?

 



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