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Mar 2012
I’m unsure if she’s right but I’m right that I’m sure I don’t know
And if the truth truly hurts then I don’t want the truth to show
I’m trapped in this bliss from the gaze that emits from the floor
When she opens the path with her light, I want to be sure

When she lie
When she lies

She tells me I’m one with manipulation of words
She kiss me goodnight, hitting me right where it hurts
I don’t know the why but the window and sky made me think
I looked at the moon and right there decided to leave

When she lie
When she lies
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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   Anna Sandberg
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