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halloween poem

je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
ceux-ci soient
ne restez pas plus
ce qui je vous doivent
la lumière retirée
un regard est mais un rayon
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil

 



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