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les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment
behold je, en mon chiffon, gaze et tresse
dans la terre silencieuse
mon âme disparaît plaquée dans des choses magnifiques
levé des morts
truely
nous qui se sont tenus
sous la lune de moisson
vécu à côté de la rive
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
les jours hypocrites
le long d'une rive
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un

 



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