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erotic poem

j'ai moulé le monde
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
le long d'une rive
le parfum est venu

 



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