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à l'aube, il a dit
musing, entre le coucher du soleil et l'obscurité
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
je les ai entendus la nuit
la neige chuchote au sujet de moi
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
frère, je suis le feu
je sais pas où
là où je trouvez-vous
écoutez
j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement
son visage est juste et lisse et bon

 



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