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■ Que faisons-nous de l’amour qui reste ? ![]()
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you and me
spreaded all around the eyes of God between them two tribes: you and me what kind of angels do you call when you send me away discreetly to the scaffold ? that smile crucifying distances a prodigious yesterday when all you said was dressed in flowers the music was a mysterious movement and now the butterflies are singing so weak… a thought of mine is touching you: the death is flowing by forgotten eaves from desert lips of kisses temples are closed with white padlocks. coldness is resting anchored to the sky the sea: a loving word more intimate than rose but what about this wave? an unfinished thought? a frame-up?
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