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love poem

maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
si j'étais très sûr
souvent je pense à la belle ville
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
les jours hypocrites
y a il quiconque là
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
je suis allé à travers les rues
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
en matins nuage-gris

 



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