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wedding poem

un oiseau a chanté
je ne brûle aucun encens
là où je trouvez-vous
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
s'il
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
les vieilles chansons
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
je la pense splendide juste
elle a éclaté le vin féroce

 



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