.Derrière la porte la ville est morte sans le savoir,
Dans les barres des cités, les tours d'ivoire.
Ce bruit qui court à rendre sourd,
Les gorges déployées dans les poulaillers, les basses cours.
Tous les non-dits, les tragédies à l'abandon,
L'interdit ne con.
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