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poem for dad

donnez-moi la faim
frère, je suis le feu
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
je dédaigne mes amis davantage que vous
l'air est comme un papillon
doucement pleurant
ainsi tombé
substance de la lune
avec le coucher du soleil
j'ai entendu qu'une certaine princesse
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
vieux vin à boire
quelques jours plus venteux
écoutez

 



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