Sans caractère
Elle était gentille, Elle ne vous compliquait pas la vie. Elle était discrète, Comme un peu secrète. Sans caractère, ils crachaient, De leurs paroles acérées. Mauviette, ils hurlaient, Avec des yeux enflammés. Alors oui, on se soumet. On s'écrase sous vos pieds puant de vanité. On s'oublie, Sous les feux de vos moqueries. Et on disparaît, Pour toujours et à jamais.
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