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african american poetry

l'air est comme un papillon
simplicité
au-dessus du fleuve, sur la colline
dernier minuit
je sais pas où
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
je meurs
gloom
élever, comme vent a soufflé
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
effrayé pas plus, je dis
nous avons aucune honte?
de nos endroits cachés

 



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