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    HÉMORRAGIE INTERNE   Toujours ces...

<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-3260160" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/media/00/00/3256294597.jpg" alt="MAL DE VIVRE 2.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; color: #008000;"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;">HÉMORRAGIE INTERNE</span> </strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>&nbsp;</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Toujours ces querelles et ces haines suintant </strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Des gens sans passé et donc sans passions.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>&nbsp;</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Leur destin saigne au-dedans</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Du trop de mal de vivre</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Et de l’impossibilité d’être.</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Contentement empoisonné et misérable attente</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>De posséder un jour ce qu’ils crèvent de n’avoir pas encore. </strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>&nbsp;</strong></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>P. MILIQUE</strong></span></p> MILIQUE http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/about.html tag:aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com,2012-02-09:3890949 2012-02-09T16:32:00+01:00 2012-02-09T16:32:00+01:00

&nbsp; &nbsp; Toujours les querelles et les haines De ces gens sans...

<p style="text-align: center;"><img id="media-3321324" style="margin: 0.7em 0;" title="" src="http://aumagmapresentdelecriture.hautetfort.com/media/01/00/466591903.jpg" alt="concision fragmentaire.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Toujours les querelles et les haines</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De ces gens sans passé et donc sans passion.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Leur destin, déjà, saigne au-dedans</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Du trop de douleurs à vivre,</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De l'âcre impossibilité d'être.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Contentement empoisonné </span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Et pitoyable soumission</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A posséder un jour ce qu'ils crèvent </span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">De ne pas avoir encore.</span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">P. MILIQUE </span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;">&nbsp;</p>