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romantic love poem

elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
treize ans toujours
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
pensées par ma tête
tous apaisent le long du potomac
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
effrayé pas plus, je dis
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance

 



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