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i love you poem

ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
j'ai dit
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
au-dessus des dessus de toit emballez les ombres des nuages
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées

 



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