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cowboy poetry

je suis fevered
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
les jours hypocrites
démontré dans la lueur vacillante dans vos yeux
un orage monte sur la marée
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
j'ai vu qu'un dieu vous doutent de lui?
qui est le coureur dans les cieux
en matins nuage-gris

 



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