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suicide poem

peu de parc que je traverse
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
là où je trouvez-vous
je ne brûle aucun encens
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains


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