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suicide poem

voici ne tomber aucune lumière
polit le dernier âge, le prochain avec espoir est vu
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
du soleil ni des étoiles
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
regarder lĂ -bas
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
j'ai vu les nuages parmi les collines

 



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