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pumpkin poem

je ne brûle aucun encens
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
pourrions nous mais savoir
le régal royal a été fait
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
fleurs des bébés
passé persistant de thou
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
la nuit était noire et triste
les petites prières blanches

 



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