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life poem

il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
je suis vieux et aveugle
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
ce qui conserve
comme je me trouve couvert dedans, examiné dedans
nous avons aucune honte?
le régal royal a été fait
elle a un espace libre, loveliness vent-abrité

 



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