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christmas poem

il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
la nuit était noire et triste
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien

 



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