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pumpkin poem

je réside à la montagne de table
si perdu
je suis vieux et aveugle
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
pas du monde large de totalité
le parfum est venu
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
comme égaliser tombe
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
quand vous venez ce soir

 



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