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sex poem

sous la feuille sombre de laurier
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
qui aime la pluie
roses et or
je remplis cette tasse
substance de la lune
un, comme part d'un arbre
monde qui change sous ma main
puisque, si vous vous teniez prêt mon côté aujourd'hui
composé seul du loveliness
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi


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