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mother poem

je vous ai détesté
dans pouvez
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
la foudre a clignoté, et s'est soulevée
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
bonne femme
la musique i entendu avec vous était plus que la musique
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré

 



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