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Mar 2012
I saw two cars shake hands
Sitting by my tranquility
I only look forward in class
Because on occasion, I know what’s best for me
Like stone, in trance
Upon this dull dull Earth
There are colors in my head
Remaining still while giving birth
Paul Rousseau
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