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suicide poem

j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
je réside ŕ la montagne de table
quand j'étais un garçon ŕ l'université
peu de parc que je traverse
les počts le disent
vous vous rappelez
frčre, je suis le feu
gloom
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
tristement parlant
qui aime la pluie
voici ne tomber aucune lumičre
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire

 



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