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best friend poem

elle doit retourner, elle a dit
du soleil ni des étoiles
je sais pas oĂą
la nuit est foncée, et les vents d'hiver
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
je suis le vent qui hésite
avec le coucher du soleil
une vie sur la vague d'océan
je me suis tenu prĂŞt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert

 



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