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elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
je vous attends
j'ai eu un rêve et je me suis réveillé avec lui
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
travails de la terre
éliminer, luttant vainly
nous avons aucune honte?

 



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