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May 2012
I know where your life is
I know where you live
At the corner of sorrow and solitude
Across the street from sanction and bliss
Children playing at your doorstep turn
A lighter shade of blind
You look to seal this empty lot
You look in hope to find
I know where your life is
I know where you live
Near the old church by the drugstore
Near my grave, you must forgive
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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