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teenage love poem

j'ai vu la première poire
a arqué l'inondation
laissez-moi être triste
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
donc je ne puis pas
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
comme égaliser tombe
je suis vieux et aveugle
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses

 



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