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african american poetry

cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
si perdu
pour venir tellement bientôt à ceci a imaginé l'obscurité
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
voyez que je me donne vous
écoutez la mer retentissante
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
quand le voile des yeux est soulevé
elle a dit
qui appellera le vent

 



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