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grandmother poem

si perdu
je dois dire bonne nuit
l'obscurité vole les formes de toutes les reines
vous ętes mon compagnon
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
je me suis tenu pręt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
le mystčre le plus foncé et le plus étrange
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
remuez
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
bien que repine d'amour, et frottement de raison

 



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