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grandma poem

oranges de plumaison nubian bleu-noires
je descends les chemins de jardin
filles de temps
dernier minuit
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
dans sa tente gardée
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité

 



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