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sex poem

tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
vous a fait voient jamais un alligator
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre
ne restez pas plus
je suis une femme
dites-moi pas


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