Les dents

Rochers, éclats, fragments, pépites, osselets divins douloureux comme l’enfer, mystère minéral, collier vaudou, pétales autour de la langue, joyaux blancs dans le marais du langage, sous le palais infâme, lui-même au-dessous des yeux : par-dedans l’infection du regard.

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About Guillaume Sire

Guillaume Sire
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