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Apr 2014
Hell made me consistent
Persistent, I went with it
And caught the eye of the girl behind glass

Up, she got close
Molecular woes, a lethal dose
With one touch my window collapsed

No one would think
Gut sink, simultaneous blink
The possibility unconstitutionally in reach

Things she would say
Meaning to days and astonishing phrase
I would make happy all I needed most

Had I searched every-earth
Proving worth, providing mirth
I would have found the same you, as inevitably

Now Hell has subsided
And we reside in what’s been guided
She is the me I like most
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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