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love poems

l'obscurité roule vers le haut
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
nous avons aucune honte?
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
le soleil est vers le haut
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
pour puis en dehors
pour vêtir la pensée ardente

 



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