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baby shower poem

je meurs
les ombres des bateaux
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
s'est levé et l'ambre était le coucher du soleil sur le fleuve
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci Ă  moi
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
doucement maintenant la lumière du jour

 



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