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halloween poem

pourrions nous mais savoir
enveloppez la terre par temps nuageux
une brume entraînait une réduction
vers l'arrière, tournez vers l'arrière
je suis vieux et aveugle
donnez-moi la faim
ceux-ci soient
il y a mille années silencieuses
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
comme un homme nu je vont
beau
y a il quiconque là

 



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