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Feb 2015
I drank the spit
pouring from your lips
with great zest
and I must confess,
I am forever
intoxicated,
drunk on your poison
that killed me.
For there has never,
never will there be
another
who kissed me
the way you did.

Of that I am sure(ly)
dead.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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