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Apr 2015
Descent
I crunched my way down
along the spine
using moonlight reflections
to guide my way
drowning the stars
I thought
of goose feathers
and chicken soup
with a wrinkled smile
in my own little world.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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