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short love poem

jamais dans toute ma vie
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
je meurs
le plus triste de l'année
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
il était un jeune oysterman grand
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
jusqu'Ă  sa fenĂŞtre de chambre
nous nous étendons
homme froid sévère

 



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