sidérés

Des astres,

– reflets imparfaits dans l’eau.

Des astres,

qu’on suit toute la vie

du coin de nos yeux,

Des astres,

filant sur les rues en plein jour,

attendant jusqu’à l’aube ton retour –

désastre.

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