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retirement poem

hauts murs et énorme
basculé dans le berceau du profond
pourquoi
l'air est comme un papillon
seule
si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
près d'un champ en détresse
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
allé avant nous
s'est levé et l'ambre était le coucher du soleil sur le fleuve
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement

 



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