

MarliqueMarlique;Marlique
Elle rembouche d'enclavages les sortiers des menties.
Où chonze la chair du cachemire de soie bleue?
C'est là que Marlique râle,
Ses foulards de dénétade aux chevilles.
L'espace se rétrésaille, les fourbes de vent;
Ses myrilènes envolées vers les hivers,
Et ses mèches qui pointent l'océan.
Elle fronce le dos, Marlique,
Elle sait que la nuit s'en vient,
Et son front en forme de biseau
L'escorte jusqu'aux calendes bourrasquifiques.
Immobile et patiente
Un totem
Sure et prenante
Sur les vallées du Gange &
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Simply coloring inside the lines does not make you an artist.
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Simply coloring inside the lines does not make you an artist.
And I'm working on the cookies.
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Simply coloring inside the lines does not make you an artist.
computer poet is a groovy title. how much longer are you going to study linguistics? i hate the thought of going back to school someday, but you gotta have some papers lol, i think i was born in the wrong decade.
On my side I'll be buried in words for at least 2 years... some more if i realize my computer-poet project
What a nerd i can be at times! In fact I feel an always growing need of liberty, and concepts are potentially the most secure jails.
long live the experiment.
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