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short love poem

ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
un mille derrière
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
gloom
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
nos moments plaisants volent
l'obscurité
calme en tant que que deuxième été
je la pense splendide juste
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes

 



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