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erotic poem

ville qui n'est pas une ville
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
dans la terre silencieuse
un regard est mais un rayon
je la pense splendide juste
dans ma main je me tiens
j'ai dit
roses et or
j'ai eu une crainte dans ma vie
je réside à la montagne de table
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
je me suis tenu

 



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