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short love poem

une brume entraînait une réduction
levé des morts
il parle pas bien
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
soyez patient, la vie, quand l'amour est à la porte
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
dans une vieille chambre s'est doucement allumé
allés sont les trois, ces soeurs rares
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville

 



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