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May 2015
I saw the damage once.
The entry wound
split his mouth.
The exit wound
shattered his skull,
taking half of it.
Red, white, and gray
brains were splattered
on the wall behind him,
where he sat crumbled.
I ask.
Would you ever
be the same
again
after witnessing
crazy **** like that?
Pray tell.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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