.Semblable à la divine charogne de Baudelaire
Don't la vie n'est qu'un souffle de larves gluantes,
La grande cité nourrit en ses entrailles fumantes
Les enfants parasites qui animent sa chair.
Au milieu de la ville le peuple se trémousse,
Enivré par l'appel d'une nature r.
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