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happy birthday poem

les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
peu de porte a été atteinte enfin
peu de parc que je traverse
un stylo d'acier
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
pourquoi puis, la nécessité nous voient?
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
de nos endroits cachés
les vieilles chansons
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
en ce moment
il y a mille années silencieuses
je ne brûle aucun encens

 



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