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May 2015
It was if we were supercharged,
riding white lightning,
fearless,
we walked through
walls,
smashed down doors,
intimidating
even the cockroaches,
dogs barked,
a rooster crowed.
What happened in the shack,
stayed in the shack,
some never left,
victims of modern
warfare.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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   ---, SamanthaW, --- and Just Melz
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