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le maître des destins humains suis moi
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
pour pouvoir voir chaque côté de chaque question
pourquoi si triste mon bel?
donnez-moi la faim
peut-être
élever, comme vent a soufflé
filles de temps
le long des banques

 



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