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suicide poem

vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
de la chanson et du rêve pour jamais allé
peu de parc que je traverse
l'obscurité
donnez-moi la faim
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
avant le saint en bronze solennel
ne soyez pas faux


 



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