Mes mains sont sales
Mes mains sont sales,
Entachées du malheur
Qui emplit les journaux,
Maculées par l’horreur
Qui se colle à ma peau.
Juin 19, 2018 | Actuel, Inédits, Poèmes
Mes mains sont sales,
Entachées du malheur
Qui emplit les journaux,
Maculées par l’horreur
Qui se colle à ma peau.
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