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suicide poem

nous qui se sont tenus
la foudre a clignoté, et s'est soulevée
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
le régal royal a été fait
le corps peut confiner
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit

 



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