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short love poem

ainsi tombé
je me demande oů vous vivez
si j'étais trčs sűr
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
il est venu me prendre par la main
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
nous avons aucune honte?
je vais ma maničre complacently
descendu ŕ l'aube des collines windless
j'ai dit

 



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