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love poem

et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
et mon nom est véridique
ne soyez pas faux
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année

 



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