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sad death poem

mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
jamais dans toute ma vie
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
les poèts le disent
j'ai dit
glooms des vivre-chênes
remplacez la vision du plaisir
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
au-dessus du fleuve ils montrent à moi
ne restez pas plus
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
je remplis cette tasse
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate

 



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