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autumn poetry

mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
et pain de breaketh pas plus
je vous attends
l'obscurité
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
pourrions nous mais savoir
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
nous avons aucune honte?
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs

 



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