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sorry poem

si perdu
dans la sphère
filles de temps
tressé et tissé
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
une fois ce gazon mou
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
foncé-eyed
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
à minuit
dernier minuit
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
tristes sont ils qui savent pas l'amour

 



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