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• Artiste: Jf Robitaille
• Titre: Saint Catherine
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Cathy came down to this city surrounded Her heart full and empty handed Her dreams were like dead men’s, party promised Hollowed by strangers, more than she could speak through Named for the Saint or one of these streets She was too perfect, breathing whispers All the failures they couldn’t resist her Their futures partly promised To the heartsick boys and the hard luck girls So she’s cracking spines and tearing out pages Finding the passages this life predicted About a boy who knew nothing And a girl almost traceless And an air sick with secrets And a faith that gets wasted On the heartsick boys and the hard luck girls She’s made her choices, she has her reasons She gets to digging, she’s buried legions She lets her kindness do the killing Most go softly, most are willing They’re pebbles and stones deep in her pockets Their buried moans are haunting these halls It’s a long walk from the front door to her bedroom And they always want more Is it wicked to ask for so much? Is it worth it? She’d say “I think so” For the heartsick boys and the hard luck girls