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je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
l'odeur du s'est levée si faux, les épines si vraies
fleur blanche de mousse, fleur rouge de flamme
dans leurs regimentals loqueteux
et ainsi elle va
nous avons aucune honte?
un orage monte sur la marée
la terre garde aller de vibration
pensées par ma tête

 



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