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sad love poem

les jours mélancoliques sont venus
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question
le parfum est venu
fait longtemps polir la lumière du soleil d'été
le soleil est vers le haut
remplacez la vision du plaisir

 



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