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hauts murs et énorme
nous nous étendons
complètement des larmes
ne restez pas plus
du soleil ni des étoiles
ma mère me tortille des roses humides avec la rosée
l'obscurité
nous cassons le verre dont le vin sacré
levé des morts
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes

 



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