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thanksgiving poem

hors de moi indigne et inconnu
les jours hypocrites
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi

 



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