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love poem

allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
dans ma main je me tiens
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
dernier minuit
leurs beaux cheveux
je suis le vent qui hésite
vous entendez la pluie?

 



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