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erotic poem

l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
Ă  l'aube, il a dit
tressé et tissé
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
effrayé pas plus, je dis
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
donnez-moi la faim
frère, je suis le feu
lĂ  par la fenĂŞtre dans la vieille maison

 



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