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sex poem

composé seul du loveliness
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
chantez-encore ŕ la chanson vous chanté
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
dans toutes les choses non parlées de
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fičres
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
cette année
nous qui se sont tenus
sommeil gentiment dans vos tombes humbles

 



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