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baby poem

ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
peut-être
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
vous a fait voient jamais un alligator
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
le parfum est venu
regarder là-bas
le ciel

 



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