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le pré rampait
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
il y a mille années silencieuses
un avec vous
dans l'obscurité et la paix de mon lit final
avec le rouge de sang de lèvres et le coeur de la pierre
peu de parc que je traverse
le soleil est vers le haut
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée

 



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