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sad death poem

il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
fleurs des bébés
avec les yeux doux et bruns
quand absence de sa taille de montagne
tous apaisent le long du potomac
nous qui se sont tenus
dossier une nuit de vol
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin

 



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