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juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
j'aime mon heure de vent et de lumière
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
de nos endroits cachés
monde qui change sous ma main
j'étais une déesse avant que le marbre m'ait trouvé
soyez dans moi comme modes éternels

 



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