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acrostic poem

je me demande où vous vivez
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
un, comme part d'un arbre
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
à travers He va
orage
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
du soleil ni des étoiles
nos moments plaisants volent
le ciel
ils ont jeté une pierre, vous ont jeté une pierre

 



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