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grandmother poem

juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
le mouvement de votre corps est comme la musique
indéfiniment
c'est le bateau de la perle
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
Ă  minuit
comme lui Ă  qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
dans sa tente gardée
j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu

 



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