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suicide poetry

nous n'étions pas beaucoup
peut-être
un poèt, ayant pris le frein outre de sa langue
dans des vos bras était le plaisir immobile
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
je me demande où vous vivez
avec les yeux doux et bruns
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
un avec vous
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
très bien, vous libéraux

 



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