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Poem #18

Variables Climatiques La mer a crevé dans rien comme vous l’avez fait    il y a six ans maintenant; votre corpse est une coquille, un creux, canoë criblé au crabe. Ne peut plus sortir de l’inondation, un Noah misérablement échoué qui a laissé les animaux descendre au fond, deux par deux. Au moins, ils se sont noyés, contrairement à moi et à vous.


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