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dark poetry

juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
l'air est comme un papillon
ville qui n'est pas une ville
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
le long d'une rive
prenez mes bracelets
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante


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