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romantic love poem

nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
vous vous rappelez
il y a une ville, builded par aucune main
les ombres des bateaux
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
le parfum est venu
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
je vous attends
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
dans sa tente gardée
dans des nombres mournful

 



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