I took a verse from Apollinaire
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At the back of the lecture hall the day before yesterday
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A double calligram without a mirror
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A cocktail of fear that fades
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On my slate, the chalk gets angry
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It scratches my life like a cheat sheet
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A drop of white on my wandering
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I glue the page of my childhood
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I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
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I flee, I dodge the intoxication of the forbidden
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I start the chapter of audacity
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I then leave the classroom noise
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In the fumes of my guitar
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I drift away from the mirror's rhymes
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I flee the concordance of tenses
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I wander across my notebook
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I won't hesitate anymore
To breathe the suffocated air
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I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
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I flee, I dodge the intoxication of the undecided
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I dare on a whim
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I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
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I write, I sing with the ink of my desires
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I flee, I dodge the intoxication of the undecided