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Room
Is a place
It is a place
Where is a place where I
Up is a place where we
Loom in a room
Rewinding the loop
Minding what all hours are made for
More for
For more
For more ..
Roots in the roof
The upscale beat bites and disarray
As I linger on on backwards end
Spraying paint and preying faint
I gamble on what all our hands can keep
Holding your land
Through a place in the maze I call it my room.

James Thierrée

Dans le cadre des saisons du Théâtre du Châtelet et du Théâtre de la Ville hors les murs

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