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j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement
c'était l'automne de l'année
hors de moi indigne et inconnu
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
un stylo d'acier

 



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