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friend poem

ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
quelle chance spiteful vole des unawares
bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
le corps peut confiner
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
je me tiens par temps gris froid
près d'un champ en détresse
j'ai entendu le vent toute la journée

 



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