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grandma poem

êtes vous éveillé?
chère épouse
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
dites-moi pas
l'obscurité
je me demande où vous vivez
aucune proie ne suis moi des pensées faibles
pourquoi sont les choses qui n'ont aucune mort
ce qui était lui les moteurs dits
et ainsi elle va
tous en baisse les années

 



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