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je vois tous les esprits humains
je me suis tenu
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
maintenant tandis que mes lèvres vivent
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
je dois dire bonne nuit
basculé dans le berceau du profond
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
si perdu

 



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