Lornet-Design

Plus je vieillis
Plus mes os deviennent solides
Se calcifient et soudent
Grossissent et pèsent

Au détriment des muscles
Affaiblis et faméliques
Pourtant encore vifs et puissants

Alors, quand le coup porte,
Il est fatal.

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