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break up poem

ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
pourrions nous mais savoir
donc je ne puis pas
écoutez la mer retentissante
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
dans ma main je me tiens
homme froid sévère

 



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