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erotic poetry

nous qui se sont tenus
je vous ai détesté
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
le maître des destins humains suis moi
nous nous étendons
ce qui nous fera maintenant
frère, je suis le feu
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
les cieux qu'ils étaient ashen et sobre
quelques jours plus venteux
écoutez

 



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