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se déclenchant vers le haut, tombant vers le bas
bas! 'tis par nuit de gala
je n'ai jamais su que la terre a eu tellement l'or
bougies se renversant en longueur dans des bidons de tomate
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
il y a mille années silencieuses
le poing serré simple soulevé et préparent
dans la sphère
l'aube était vert pomme
elle a dit
les drowses pâles de jour sur l'occidental trempent

 



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