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sad death poem

je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
l'aube était vert pomme
vieux vin à boire
exprimons nos passions plus basses
il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
s'il
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
truely
le maître des destins humains suis moi

 



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