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Apr 2015
The outer world is trembling,
boys are dreaming here,
you cannot hear their voices.
Metal clanking,
those fireballs &
tracer rounds
cannot touch them
tonight.
Not in this state.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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