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thanksgiving poem

vous dites que vous m'aimez
le corps peut confiner
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
puisque, si vous vous teniez prêt mon côté aujourd'hui
j'ai dit
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
voyez l'expérimental
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi

 



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