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la lumière retirée
un, comme part d'un arbre
en septembre
pour puis en dehors
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
je suis vieux et aveugle
nous avons aucune honte?
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière

 



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