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People yelling
The truth fading
All the noises
Beat my own brain

I turn them off
Silence growing
I doubt myself
What's happening ?

No screams, no calls
Where did they go ?
No shouts, no fools
Priceless mute world

No screams, no calls
Where could they go ?
No shouts, no fools
I kill them all


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Un poème d'une grande intensité, une tension marquée, une urgence, soutenue par les vers courts.

Un beau mystère que tous ces cris disparus...