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sad poem

truely
élever, comme vent a soufflé
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
seule
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
n'accrochez aucune guirlande

 



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