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teen love poem

quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
ils dans le rassemblement d'obscurité et demandent
vous faites ne pas entendre
splendide et terrible votre amour
splendor doux
maintenant que je me suis refroidi à vous
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
j'ai moulé le monde
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
par le pont grossier
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
un oiseau a chanté
ma douleur, quand elle est ici avec moi

 



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