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religious poem

le corps peut confiner
dernier minuit
ville qui n'est pas une ville
j'ai jet mon me l'air comme un vol de faucon
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
je suis las d'tre amer et las d'tre sage
l'air est comme un papillon
je tiens votre coeur

 



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