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autumn poem

je me tiens par temps gris froid
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
faible-envolée est la chanson
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
souvent je pense à la belle ville
très bien, vous libéraux
l'enfant qui a jeté la feuille après feuille
il y a bien longtemps, dans le jeune clair de lune

 



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