Piotr Chrobok
Pour moi t'as dit à ta chum:
« Check le gars'ec des lunettes
M'as t'gager un rhum
Que j'y fixe le squelette »
R. Desjardins, tu m’aime-tu
Long Light what will I do with all this proof what will you do with yours Preserved in fucked up amber dining with each others foes finding Everyone we've been so far from kindness in adversarial pantomime trying to explain to a brute that you love him: I was ready to forgive every cent Standing that far gone with tenderness If it's so fucking unforgivable If no one has a gun to your head keeping tabs or going to temple You come back often to see me read from the list of your multitudes: sublime myths. I pretend not to see you hiding behind the pillars, aiming for my knee or unbearable duality When Desjardins asks: C'pas pour mon argent Ni pour ma beauté Ni pour mon talent Tu voulais-tu m'tuer? Oui et non
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