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baby poem

son visage est juste et lisse et bon
simplement parlant
quand j'ai regardé dans vos yeux
vous entendez la pluie?
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
comme égaliser tombe
sous la lune de moisson
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
je la pense splendide juste
exprimons nos passions plus basses
substance de la lune
dans les halls du sommeil vous avez erré près
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
donnez-moi la faim

 



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