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romantic love poem

substance de la lune
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
à travers He va
par le rivage, par la mer
oiseaux contre le vent d'avril
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
souvent je pense à la belle ville
ne soyez pas faux
seule
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
dans le port de New York
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées

 



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