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father poem

quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
si le tueur rouge pensent il massacre
observer toute la journée la vague bleue se courber et se casser
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
regarder là-bas
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
calme en tant que que deuxième été
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains

 



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