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Jul 2014
I saw a lady in the bazaar
with a melted face.  
Her nose was non-existant
like her lips.
One eye was brown,
the other glazed blue,
like a vulture eye.
A local told me
she was once beautiful,
a regular queen
who ******* her man,
the guy who threw the acid.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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