Une eau trouble

Une eau trouble
La vapeur se colle à la vitre

La main qui tremble

La chambre est vide

Ni lumière, ni ombre
Ne danse sur les murs

Tout m’échappe et la porte se ferme

Rien ne m’appartient.

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