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fleurs des bébés
pour puis en dehors
la étoile-poussière et lumière vaporeuse
il est venu me prendre par la main
allé avant nous
jamais dans toute ma vie
si j'étais très sûr
je suis le vent qui hésite
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien

 



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