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teenage love poem

un mille derrière
les jours endeared à chaque MUSE
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
un stylo d'acier
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
l'air est comme un papillon
s'il
je suis allé à travers les rues
je suis le vent qui hésite
doux et fort
en septembre
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas

 



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