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j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
ce que je souhaite remarquer
du plancher au plafond
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
si perdu
tressé et tissé
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
exister de cygne
une lueur d'or dans le gloom et le gris
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
elle était une beauté en jours
j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement

 



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