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serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
quelques jours plus venteux
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
vous pensez, mon garçon, quand je mets mes bras autour de vous
avec le coucher du soleil

 



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