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mother daughter poem

étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
je remplis cette tasse
à partir du sud à la coupure du jour
c'est l'arsenal
il y a bien longtemps, dans le jeune clair de lune
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
sous la lune de moisson
je vous chante
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
volonté vous miroitez sur la mer?
course haut-soutenue

 



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