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lost love poem

son visage est juste et lisse et bon
elle était une beauté en jours
bonheur
nous avons aucune honte?
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
je réside à la montagne de table
la nuit était noire et triste
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate

 



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