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\n de brume dehors comme dedans.<\/span>
\n Ouat\u00e9.<\/span>
\n Souris chat je grignote le d\u00e9sordre petit \u00e0 petit pas<\/span>
\n pour n’\u00e9veiller personne.<\/span>
\n Je tente de faufiler un discret rangement<\/span>
\n entre les bouteilles vides, les coulures de bougies,<\/span>
\n le sourire du clavier \u00e0 demi d\u00e9couvert.<\/span>
\n Des respirations l\u00e0, ici un ronflement<\/span>
\n s’\u00e9chappent d’un sommeil improvis\u00e9.<\/span>
\n J’archive les souvenirs vieux d’une nuit \u00e0 peine.<\/span>
\n Je les classe d\u00e9j\u00e0 putain de bon moment<\/em>.<\/span>
\n Je feutre mes gestes au ralenti.<\/span>
\n Mais un oeil s’ouvre et le ronflement s’\u00e9trangle<\/span>
\n car le coeur me bat<\/span>
\n et me trahit.<\/span>
\n Il ne passe pas sous le silence. \u00a0<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n
de brume dehors comme dedans.<\/span>
Ouat\u00e9.<\/span>
Souris chat je grignote le d\u00e9sordre petit \u00e0 petit pas<\/span>
pour n'\u00e9veiller personne.<\/span>
Je tente de faufiler un discret rangement<\/span>
entre les bouteilles vides, les coulures de bougies,<\/span>
le sourire du clavier \u00e0 demi d\u00e9couvert.<\/span>
Des respirations l\u00e0, ici un ronflement<\/span>
s'\u00e9chappent d'un sommeil improvis\u00e9.<\/span>
J'archive les souvenirs vieux d'une nuit \u00e0 peine.<\/span>
Je les classe d\u00e9j\u00e0 putain de bon moment<\/em>.<\/span>
Je feutre mes gestes au ralenti.<\/span>
Mais un oeil s'ouvre et le ronflement s'\u00e9trangle<\/span>
car le coeur me bat<\/span>
et me trahit.<\/span>
Il ne passe pas sous le silence. \u00a0<\/span> <\/span><\/p>