Alizeé
Delicacies
Speak in whispers
Rainy days
My toys are alive
The big ones have claws
Like pieces of cement
How to tell them
When you are only sixteen years old
The bed that is unmade, no longer has
The taste of zan
What is the point
Rag lives
Words of love
Which are too short
Me, I dream big
Like the elephant
I immense dream
Round stomach
Deep eyes
My bear says what's the point?
His friendship
It's hard to say
Lasts the whole life
So him...
Speak softly
Find the right words
Talk about everything, talk about me
To find rest
His arms: gentleness
He has a heart inside
It's the object of my heart
It's for him
My poem
To the Inanimate World
Rainy days
My toys are alive
The grown-ups have laughter
That slaps you in the face
In passing
What's the point
Love that melts
I have a companion
I would like to say
Not for fun
Even if it's stupid...
I love him

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