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La Rupture
Tiersen
DmWindows, doGmors, walls and carpets, chairs, tables aDmnd floweGmrs, bread, wine, Dm
bGmutter and jam, friesDm, meat, beanGms and all spices.
Dmi've lost the taAste of these things Ffor two weGmeks now. C
i'm just waiting for a cup of dirty snow.
airports, railroad stations, highways, streets and foggy lines.
traffic, lights, cars and planes, boats, bicycles and walkers.
now i'm wondering, blind, in the city.
I'm surrounded by towers, made of dirty snow.
faces, ears and bellies, backsides, legs, fingers and feet.
sweat, tears, dripping bodies, parties, someone is fucked up.
now i'm quiet in this snow, snowy country.
i'm hanging on until i am old, just older than now.
Sylvain Bassman
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