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gothic poetry

la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
le soleil a fait un pas vers le bas de son trône d'or
chère épouse
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
il est venu me prendre par la main
un stylo d'acier

 



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