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happy birthday poem

la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
le corps peut confiner
très bien, vous libéraux
nous avons aucune honte?
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
un orage monte sur la marée
truely
de nos endroits cachés
hors de la fenêtre une mer des arbres verts
dernier minuit
simplicité

 



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