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erotic poem

tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
exprimons nos passions plus basses
je sais pas où
souvent je pense à la belle ville
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
leurs beaux cheveux
une pensée gentiment solennelle
je dois dire bonne nuit

 



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