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erotic poem

je meurs
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
elle a dit
je ne brûle aucun encens
quand un contrat est fait pour la liberté
à l'amoureux passionné
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
nous avons aucune honte?

 



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