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La guillaume

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Abonné·e de Mediapart

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La guillaume (avatar)

La guillaume

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Abonné·e de Mediapart

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Çà cogne au bras des flux.                                                                                                                                                                                             Les menteurs blâment au cœur.                                                                                                                                                                                Crieurs glanés.

La boucle gicle des bottillons grognards.

Violon en censeur.

Il rit. Le gras s'affaisse.                                                                                                                                                                                                    Il rit. L'auvent s'élève.                                                                                                                                                                                                       Il rit des chairs risées.                                                                                                                                                                                                       Il rit des têtes                                                                                                                                                                                                        fusées.

Le néant pointe, gratte                                                                                                                                                                                                 L'un s'en dit. L'autre rit.                      

Il se débat dans l'antre soie.                                                                                                                                                                                           Les moires mirent l'émir.

Polichinelle médian

Tique polie délite,                                                                                                                                                                                                       se mord                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Toque quitte, en même temps

Miroir informé brise

Geôle inique.

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