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autumn poem

vous faites ne pas entendre
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
est souvent il pas aussi?
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
comment comme les étoiles sont ces le blanc, les visages inconnus
la lune se levante a caché les étoiles
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
les jours hypocrites
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
leurs beaux cheveux
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
ne tournez pas votre tête

 



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