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lost love poem

puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
je la pense splendide juste
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
il était un jeune oysterman grand
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
simplement parlant
nous n'étions pas beaucoup


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