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l'obscurité roule vers le haut
à minuit
la dame, votre coeur s'est tournée vers la poussière
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort
les jours hypocrites
à l'amoureux passionné
une ombre grise mince sur le bord de la pensée
sous ma fenêtre dans une rue de ville
j'ai aimé une femme
un mot de vol d'ici et là
et pain de breaketh pas plus

 



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