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autumn poem

l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
un ciel qui n'a jamais connu le soleil, la lune ou les étoiles
je les ai entendus la nuit
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
ceux sur le supérieur indiquent qu'elles vous connaissent, la terre -- elles sont des menteurs

 



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