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death poetry

ce qui nous fera maintenant
et pain de breaketh pas plus
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage
vous avez marche vue par le village
pharaoh, roi de la terre de l'Egypte
le merriment sans fin et idiot des étoiles
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
de nos endroits cachés
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
du plancher au plafond
mais je ne puis pas vous lire maintenant
j'aime voler pendant quelque temps loin
laissez le bel unsaid de mots

 



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