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pumpkin poem

il y a mille années silencieuses
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
écoutez
pourquoi
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
babylon -- où je vais rêver
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
short et doux, et nous sommes arrivés à la fin de lui
tressé et tissé

 



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