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suicide poem

comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
fleurs des bébés
laissez-moi se déplacer lentement par la rue
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
ne soyez pas faux
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte
élever, comme vent a soufflé
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage
voyez l'expérimental
je me tiens par temps gris froid

 



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