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je me tiens par temps gris froid
son visage est juste et lisse et bon
j'ai dit
une vie sur la vague d'océan
soudainement, hors des manières foncées et feuillues
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
il est vrai que vous disiez que les dieux sont plus d'utilisation à vous que des fées
un mille derrière

 



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