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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
un dieu
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
basculé dans le berceau du profond


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