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baby poem

vous entendez la pluie?
y a il quiconque là
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
dans la sphère
a arqué l'inondation
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
je vous chante
seule
un dieu
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
basculé dans le berceau du profond

 



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