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break up poem

ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
le long des banques
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
sous la barre du guerrier
ville qui n'est pas une ville
stand ici par mon côté
seule
voyez, ils retournent

 



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