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peu de porte a été atteinte enfin
la étoile-poussière et lumière vaporeuse
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
pourquoi
l'air est comme un papillon
il y a un pays complètement de vin
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux
il n'y avait jamais un bruit près du bois mais d'un
près d'un champ en détresse
là par la fenêtre dans la vieille maison
substance de la lune

 



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