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orage
quand vous venez ce soir
seule
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
donc je ne puis pas
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
monde qui change sous ma main
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
nos moments plaisants volent
beaux, tragical visages
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts

 



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