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love poem

je les ai offerts tout l'adieu
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
tandis que je tenais l'écoute, discrètement sourde-muette
j'ai gagné la course
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont


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