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Apr 2015
I grew up
in a parallel universe,
somewhere
beyond the constellations,
where I sit
in the same smoky room,
listening to the blues,
the melodic bass.
Only this place
has sweethearts
with yellow neon hair
and plastic skin.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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