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Pierre Rausch

Rookie (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

The poor and the rich

You'd explain a feud within catastrophe - two
Crayon and gomme
Three families were a subject of dispute
The shade's argued
Vasavi havi Kreitzdetanabir
Bring each to the poor
Tangle tongue in the exam poors
It is a squared runoff
The tangle duet, the ball game
Charlatan to the poor
I've been pale, you've been approaching
Masquerade as skin – touched the subscribed
Fingers spread – arms angle-wide – held too long
on to shame
By neighbor-door thieve
Untrained Marshall – marginal sector
A1c1, Mc-square,
Torrid A1c1 and CA1
By my neighbor-door thieve
Courtyard draughts – baby parfait
Villain families, voisin door
The first poor, the second rich
Don't be itchy, the sellotape slave
Don't be the third party to elective master
Two families, neighbor doors
The first famine, the first dispute
Two families, neighbor doors
The first poor, the second rich

Submitted: Monday, August 05, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 06, 2013

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