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sorry poem

puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
il est allé
je suis allé à travers les rues
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
quand le vent fonctionne contre nous dans l'obscurité
seule
un, comme part d'un arbre
dans la sphère
exprimons nos passions plus basses
j'ai eu un rêve et je me suis réveillé avec lui

 



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