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autumn poem

je remplis cette tasse
je vais ma manière complacently
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
ils me demandent où j'ai été
comme égaliser tombe
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
quand vous venez ce soir
deux rangées des choux

 



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