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thanksgiving poem

la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
souvent je pense à la belle ville
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
le mystère le plus foncé et le plus étrange
si perdu
à l'amoureux passionné
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
dans toutes les choses non parlées de
je me suis tenu
dans des nombres mournful
filles de temps
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien
par le pont grossier
comme un homme nu je vont

 



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