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urdu poetry

tous en dedans et tous sans moi
vieux vin à boire
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines
bas! 'tis par nuit de gala
comme un homme nu je vont
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
à l'aube, il a dit
en dessous de cette tombe modeste un conqueror se trouve
elle était une beauté en jours
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril


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