.On était deux, dix, cent... Au vingtième siècle à peine.
Levé de mon lit, scène morbide zen.
Attitude jean, whisky, flemme : portrait classique.
Je l'aime.
Mon bloc « locké » à triple tour, le cerveau bloqué.
Un matin gris, un matin doux,
elle m'attendrit elle a bon .
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