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halloween poem

pour la vérité, pour l'amour
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
une pensée gentiment solennelle
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
je meurs
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
en ce moment
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
je me suis tenu
j'ai aimé une femme
effrayé pas plus, je dis
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées

 



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