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romantic love poems

ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
environ porté plainte au maître
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
avec le coucher du soleil
par le rivage, par la mer

 



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