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Jan 2014
Like lightning it hit me,
those true colors
so revealing.
The next
flavor of the month
ain't ice cream,
it's real flesh & blood,
sensitive-skin &
brittle-bones
you're tasting.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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