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Air
Air frais sur moite nuque,
robe mince et fleurs d'été.
Senteur de jonc et de musc
sourire soufflé,
lumière dorée.
 
Tendue, fébrile, la main sur
Blé vert, chemin sablé.
Crissent les roues, et
sur le mur,
Mésange chante.
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