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May 2012
I speak so my mind can hear me.
We don’t like to be disturbed
I write so my head can read me.
We try to see every word.
I think so my skin can feel me.
We still search to be cured.
                                                Have you touched the queen’s lullaby?
                                                We Have.
                                             We’ve heard
Paul Rousseau
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