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friendship poem

sommeil, frère gris de la mort
élever, comme vent a soufflé
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
orage
je sais ce que vous allez dire
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
basculé dans le berceau du profond
je suis allé à travers les rues
par le rivage, par la mer
à travers He va
comme égaliser tombe
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé

 



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