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grandma poem

composé seul du loveliness
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
je vois tous les esprits humains
je ne brûle aucun encens
j'ai vu que vous hunched et tremblant sur les pierres
tressé et tissé
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré
l'obscurité roule vers le haut
je l'aime

 



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