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Jan 2014
I wonder if she ever thinks
about the world of **** I'm in,
this ******* unholy place.

How will I ever be able to
explain this line of work,
laser-equipped firearms.

She wouldn't hurt a flea
& here I am,  
destroying **** to save me.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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