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halloween poem

les vieilles chansons
vous a fait entendent parler jamais
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
de nos endroits cachés
le pré rampait
je remplis cette tasse
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
à l'aube, il a dit
quand je vais de nouveau à la terre

 



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