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quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
parmi la fumée et le brouillard d'un après-midi de décembre
chien de guingan et le chat de calicot
je suis vieux et aveugle
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement
ne restez pas plus
tandis que je tenais l'écoute, discrètement sourde-muette
les vérités terribles ceux-ci soient
ne soyez pas faux
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré

 



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