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teen love poem

je suis une femme
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
la nuit était noire et triste
doux et fort
une brume entraînait une réduction
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
polit le dernier âge, le prochain avec espoir est vu

 



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