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sad death poem

j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
quand, plein de l'amour chaud et désireux
un mot de vol d'ici et là
quand vous venez ce soir
j'ai moulé le monde
ne tournez pas votre tête
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
avec le coucher du soleil
dans les halls du sommeil vous avez erré près
un dieu
un mille derrière
je vous attends

 



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