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Mar 2012
As desperate as the king might be
I want your subtle cry
The rain only gestures for
The sun and moon to collide
The changes in December tolls
To carry the souls to hell
Your touch alone can save the man
Who lies, but never tells
A child all tattooed at birth
Remains a broken sigh
Redeemed yells at Tuesday’s voice
A child, who lost her mind.
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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   Anna Sandberg
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