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Mar 2016
Bic
I pick up this Bic
I used to pick up one
that made me sick

Years and years have floated by
like so many clouds on the wind

this burning thirst
year after year
has only gotten worse

Gnawing at my brain
like a ******
on a fresh piece of birch

Freedom isn't free
there's a price to pay
I'll pay it all
Mathieu Goulet
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Mathieu Goulet  montreal
(montreal)   
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   neth jones
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