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Alizée
Whispering
On rainy days
My toys are alive
The grown-ups have claws
Like bits of cement
How to tell them
When you're only sixteen
The bed we undo, no longer
Tastes like licorice
What's the point
Lives like rags
Words of love
That are too short
Me, I dream big
Like the elephant
I dream immense
Round belly
Deep eyes
My bear says what's the point?
His friendship
It's hard to say
Lasts a lifetime
So him
Whispering
Finding the right words
Talking about everything, talking about me
To find peace
His arms: The sweetness
He has a heart inside
It's the object of my heart
It's for him
My poem
To the Inanimate World
On rainy days
My toys are alive
The grown-ups have laughs
That slap you
As they pass
What's the point
Love that melts
I have a companion
I would like to say
Not for fun
Even if it's silly
I love him
