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Jan 2014
On the fringes in space
lurk the watchers,
with a darkness like leprosy,
disfiguring in their wake.

Once exposed
to the evil
in their hearts,
there is no cure,
but abstinence.

And that kills the poet.
And when the poet dies,
the world losesΒ Β 
one more piece
of its soul.
Dark souls exist everywhere.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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