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halloween poem

je me tiens par temps gris froid
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
vous faites ne pas entendre
le roulement triste du tambour insonorisé a le battement
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
écoutez
c'est l'arsenal
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
la fille, art de thou viennent pour mourir
j'ai gagné la course

 



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