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May 2012
After I yawned
And my face relocked into its fixed position
And my eyes reglued into their sockets
I swallowed in the others expressions
Looking up, brain swollen
The floor materialized tiredness
Brandishing my finger, drawing in the air like a wand
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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