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sad death poem

les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
fleurs des bébés
je remplis cette tasse
vous dites que vous m'aimez
ce qui nous fera maintenant
elle a dit
exister de cygne
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
ma mčre m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
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