Noyade

                                   

                                       Je délaye ma vie dans l'eau de la Passion
                             mon cœur s'y dissout
                                               intentionnellement

                                                      Je m’empoisonne sous la pression
                                                          d’un amour à dix sous
                                                              inopinément

                                                             Incarcérée dans un sursis
                                                                      caressant l'estafilade du Vent
                                                                  déléguant l'indécis

                                                                          

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