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Jan 2015
I am mad,
and I hear
her voice
snickering,
whispering,
spitting
hollow-words
about the fool
inside my head.

And she remains
trapped
inside
the recesses
of my skullcap,
lying
there
laughing
for taking me
to a sweeter place.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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