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mother daughter poem

l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
levé des morts
il y a bien longtemps, dans le jeune clair de lune
je suis dans l'amour avec les endroits prévoyants élevés
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit

 



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