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autumn poem

hors du profond et de l'obscurité
je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
les ombres des bateaux
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
et ainsi elle va
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
pensées par ma tête
je les ai entendus la nuit

 



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