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May 2012
Please don’t wait
Reveal to me
Your empty space

Lights embrace
Your will to be
My new face

It tastes great
Let me see
Your minds last wake

Judge can’t fake
Amnesty
Clear blue lake

You came, you lost, you came, you won
You came, you tangled up your tongue
You came, you lost
You came, you won
You screamed
“Aren’t we having fun?”
Paul Rousseau
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