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avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
ne restez pas plus
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
mi plaisirs et palais bien que nous puissions errer
pensées par ma tête
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
quand vous venez ce soir
êtes vous éveillé?
son gris bascule toujours la tour au-dessus de la mer

 



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