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s'est levé et l'ambre était le coucher du soleil sur le fleuve
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien
je suis une femme
la nuit passée la pleine lune a étendu un tissu de blanc
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
j'aime ma vie, mais pas trop bien

 



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