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poem for dad

comme un homme nu je vont
les ombres des bateaux
peut-être
tressé et tissé
il est allé
tristement parlant
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
le long des banques
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
je réside à la montagne de table

 



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