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nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
je remplis cette tasse
ombres à ailes balayant près
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres

 



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