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birthday poem

il parle pas bien
je suis fevered
en ce moment
seule
et ainsi elle va
avec les yeux doux et bruns
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
et mon nom est véridique
quand je suis retourné au coucher du soleil
un stylo d'acier

 



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