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\n Il est p\u00e9ril, il est risque,<\/span>
\n il est impasse.<\/span>
\n Il avalise mon insomnie,<\/span>
\n braque son faisceau d’ombres jet\u00e9es<\/span>
\n sur mon horizon qui s’\u00e9loigne.<\/span>
\n Il fait reculer le rivage o\u00f9 j’aimerais poser les armes,<\/span>
\n les larmes.<\/span>
\n Il fouille les replis de ma vie de son regard tentaculaire,<\/span>
\n intrusif.<\/span>
\n je ne sais plus o\u00f9 je pourrais grandir<\/span>
\n maintenant.<\/span>
\n Je m’enroule complice dans ce lasso,<\/span>
\n en instance d\u00e9lib\u00e9r\u00e9e de m’enclore.<\/span>
\n Je m’enchev\u00eatre par oubli d’oublier.<\/span>
\n Veuillez me le rappeler<\/span>
\n poste restante.<\/span>
\n C’est urgent. \u00a0<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n
Il est p\u00e9ril, il est risque,<\/span>
il est impasse.<\/span>
Il avalise mon insomnie,<\/span>
braque son faisceau d'ombres jet\u00e9es<\/span>
sur mon horizon qui s'\u00e9loigne.<\/span>
Il fait reculer le rivage o\u00f9 j'aimerais poser les armes,<\/span>
les larmes.<\/span>
Il fouille les replis de ma vie de son regard tentaculaire,<\/span>
intrusif.<\/span>
je ne sais plus o\u00f9 je pourrais grandir<\/span>
maintenant.<\/span>
Je m'enroule complice dans ce lasso,<\/span>
en instance d\u00e9lib\u00e9r\u00e9e de m'enclore.<\/span>
Je m'enchev\u00eatre par oubli d'oublier.<\/span>
Veuillez me le rappeler<\/span>
poste restante.<\/span>
C'est urgent. \u00a0<\/span> <\/span><\/p>