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child poem

avec le coucher du soleil
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
la lumière retirée
si perdu
vécu à côté de la rive
le parfum est venu
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
la fille, art de thou viennent pour mourir
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière


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