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May 2012
She loses herself within the pages that he writes
Never knew life could be so bitter through someone else’s eyes
Stabbing you in the back, but what’s the plan of attack
Just to be watching from a distance, the disturbance that you lack

Motionless stuttering aimlessly to the ground
Overwhelmed by the filth that nurtures and surrounds
Your dream-like disorder
Learning as you get older
Not to shake hands with the strangers whose immaturity seems shorter  

Nocturnal
And breathe before the anxiety sets in
Don’t stop just because the direction you’re following could bleed sin
It’s the flow
Of the fluid
To let be
And swim through it
So let’s just smile as the rain hits and keep this ship in movement

No creo
En vivo para su asilo
Ven conmigo

Dynasty dwells on the richer man’s lawn
As she chooses her words carefully
Lips like the pawn
Of the black and white lifestyle
She nods as she sits while
The pulse that once harbored takes its turn to stand trial

Anointed, at last
The shock theory stood chance
But tell me how many licks does it take for you to understand
You’re ignoring too much hurt
The beauty of disturbed
Until god whispered in your ear
The pain fled dispersed

And at first with unreasonable doubt
It felt good to feel new
Empowered by the strength and the wisdom that it grew
Overseen by the temperament
Not knowing where December went
And all I saw within the darkness was a reflection of you
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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