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poem for dad

dans toutes les choses non parlées de
elle a éclaté le vin féroce
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
course haut-soutenue
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
les bateaux se situent dans le compartiment

 



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