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Jan 2014
The first time I smelled burnt flesh
it was a bit like cooked beef,
but more surreal.

It must have been the crushed human
skull it was hanging from
that made it feel that way.

For I could never recall any
family barbeque with such an offering
from which to reference my findings.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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