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Apr 2015
We get ****** and we fume.
questioning the very
creation of the universe
wondering why our hearts
are forever broken.
And we blame it on them.
Oh yes, them!
Those wretched *******,
such users.
Them ******* *******,
huge takers.
And when we look,
when we look at that joker
in the mirror,
we never say,
"I love you."
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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