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sad death poem

j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
les vieilles chansons
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
peu de parc que je traverse
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
pourquoi
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final

 



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