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friendship poetry

ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
j'ai dit, j'ai fermé mon coeur
il y a trois ans d'aujourd'hui
le maître des destins humains suis moi
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
élever, comme vent a soufflé
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
hauts murs et énorme

 



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