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love poem

avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
babylon -- où je vais rêver
souvent je pense à la belle ville
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
je meurs
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
une vie sur la vague d'océan
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison
elle a éclaté le vin féroce

 



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