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mother daughter poem

je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
cette année
hauts murs et énorme
souffleur de verre de temps
voyez, de cette contrefaçon de lui
vous ĂŞtes mon compagnon
ombres étendues le long de broadway
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
j'ai regardé sur le ciel glorieux
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour

 



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