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baby shower poem

j'ai vu les étoiles les plus fières
pourrions nous mais savoir
seule
sommeil, frère gris de la mort
exister de cygne
monde qui change sous ma main
c'est l'arsenal
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
sous la lune de moisson

 



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