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death poem

le parfum est venu
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
nous avons aucune honte?
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
seule
nous qui se sont tenus
ceux sur le supérieur indiquent qu'elles vous connaissent, la terre -- elles sont des menteurs
exprimons nos passions plus basses

 



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