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break up poem

fleurs des bébés
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
vous a fait entendent parler jamais
le pré rampait
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
peu de parc que je traverse
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi
bas! 'tis par nuit de gala
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé

 



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