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suicide poem

si je meurs, pensez seulement ceci à moi
hors du profond et de l'obscurité
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
les longs couloirs de marbre resounding
vous vous rappelez
le ciel
a arqué l'inondation
je vous attends
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
je sais pas où

 



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