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suicide poem

je suis allé à travers les rues
les montagnes ils sont les gens silencieux
ils me demandent où j'ai été
les nuances de la nuit tombaient rapidement
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
une brume entraînait une réduction
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
la nuit était noire et triste

 



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