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pumpkin poem

avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
le maître des destins humains suis moi
hauts murs et énorme
souvent je pense à la belle ville
une histoire très remarquable ceci est
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
roses et or
dites-moi
à ce qui une femme la comparera aimée

 



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