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le pré rampait
pour ces bras blancs au sujet de mon cou
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
elle était beaucoup et beaucoup d'il y a une année
effrayé pas plus, je dis
j'ai vu les archangels dans mon pomme-arbre la nuit passée
ce qui conserve
les jours endeared à chaque MUSE
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel
je les ai offerts tout l'adieu

 



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