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Apr 2015
And so I lie here,
wide awake.
I can smell your hair,
sip your sweet lips.
Every morning
I think of you,
hardened like this,
I kiss the air,
***** emptiness,
and you're not here,
but only in spirit,
I can see your eyes.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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