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Near rue de Buci
In the toilets of a cafe
Where I just pass
I read some graffiti
I don't always understand them
Even if they talk about love
Even less if they are obscene
Full of fury and hate
There are balloons, sausages
An address in St Tropez
There are asses and there are thighs
and onomatopoeia
Telephone numbers
"I suck well, my name is Yvonne"
unfinished poems
The beach is under the cobblestones
Anonymous Baudelaires
Cocaine traffickers
Have drawn their pain
An arrow that pierces a heart
There are red and blue
There are words of love, of hope
There are simple and awful things
Like this, "the sky is black"
excrement, oaths
We are surrounded by idiots
Let's invent a new world
There's a slut on rue Vanneau
A sex in the shape of a snake
A sex machine
A woman is looking for a lover
A young man loves Lenin
The names of three thugs
Jacky, Marcel et Simon
"I want to be fucked by you"
A six and a nine all round
I haven't read them all
Even if they talk about love
Even if they talk to me about ass
They are in me forever
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