Le silence stagne dans l’appartement. La lumière du matin s’arrête à la fenête, semble hésiter à la traverser. Se colle le nez sur la vitre et observe. Dans la pièce, la lueur d’une lampe, allumée quelque part, chasse les dernières traces de la nuit.
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Fissures
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She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
-Tom Waits
She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",
You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
-Tom Waits
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