The trees bent sofly , to your wind rolling down the rue du seine, charleville was behind you that pain which destiny gave you lay in your heart, they knew you were the harbinger of all things immortal and wicked raging against the little men with clean finger nails and candy hearts they laughed, laughed until they were eclipsed and dethroned The sun god in harrar running guns dreaming of the day that pain came and left you changed and hollow too much of another world too little in ours finally, in marsailles the cancer that ate your heart gave you back to the black fates that gace you to us
Reason for writing:
My resons are simple. I wished to pay homage to the greatest french poet that ever picked up a quill and by that
shining a light onto his work that is given very little due by academia.
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