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Mar 2015
Days turn into nights and back into days again,
a circadian rhythm of sorts
and how fast it goes too.
And who do we really
want to spend time with?
Oh that elusive one
we once knew
or have never met.
And when the guard is down,
they steal your heart away
playing you like a fool,
making for a long
road to ***.
Again and again.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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