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death poem

elle a dit
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
tandis que je tenais l'écoute, discrètement sourde-muette
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
souffleur de verre de temps
je descends les chemins de jardin
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
j'ai su le silence des étoiles et de la mer
o juste et stately bonne, dont les yeux

 



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