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thanksgiving poem

vous vous rappelez
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
regardez avec les yeux longing et savez que je suivrai
homme froid sévère
dans sa tente gardée
en septembre
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
j'ai fait un voeu par le passé, un seulement
je suis une femme

 



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