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ami, dont le sourire est venu pour être
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
puisque j'ai senti le sens de la mort
elle était une beauté en jours
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
le long des banques
un orage monte sur la marée
beau
monde qui change sous ma main
environ porté plainte au maître

 



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