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puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
la lumière retirée
l'enfant qui a jeté la feuille après feuille
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
tous apaisent le long du potomac
je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
c'est l'arsenal
l'air est comme un papillon
fleurs des bébés
écoutez
ceux sur le supérieur indiquent qu'elles vous connaissent, la terre -- elles sont des menteurs

 



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