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teenage love poem

je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
à certains les gros dieux
je ne brûle aucun encens
doux et fort
vous entendez la pluie?
je suis las d'être amer et las d'être sage
vécu à côté de la rive
en dessous de cette tombe modeste un conqueror se trouve
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
quelques jours plus venteux
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour

 



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