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christmas poem

quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour
il n'y a aucune évasion par le fleuve
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
je remplis cette tasse
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
observer toute la journée la vague bleue se courber et se casser

 



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