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teenage love poem

vieux vin à boire
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
êtes vous éveillé?
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
désolé et seul
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
ne restez pas plus

 



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