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concrete poetry

dernier minuit
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
babylon -- où je vais rêver
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
ils ont jeté une pierre, vous ont jeté une pierre
à certains les gros dieux
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin

 



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