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teenage love poem

y a il quiconque là
homme froid sévère
dites-moi
mélancolie, bleu il était
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
monde qui change sous ma main
complètement des larmes
le pré rampait
les jours mélancoliques sont venus
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels

 



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