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funeral poem

y a il quiconque là
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
qui aime la pluie
tous apaisent le long du potomac
doux et fort
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
dans des vos bras était le plaisir immobile
avec les yeux doux et bruns
tressé et tissé
frère, je suis le feu
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi

 



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