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angel poem

j'ai dit
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
chantez-encore à la chanson vous chanté
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
bruits qui tâchent de déchirer
dernier minuit
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
une fois ce gazon mou
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée

 



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