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halloween poem

homme froid sévère
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
foncé-eyed
comme bougie blanche
qui appellera le vent
calme en tant que que deuxième été
la nuit était noire et triste
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville

 



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