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father poem

les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
je suis une femme
sous la barre du guerrier
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent
gloom
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme
si j'étais très sûr
comme égaliser tombe
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?

 



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