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Jul 2013
I dreamt it was one o’clock,
and  that you loved me.
I dreamt there were people
in empty streets, then sheets,
tasting one another as if
the twirling world
had come to a halt.
La Jongleuse
Written by
La Jongleuse  France
(France)   
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