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Jan 2014
She was the life of every single party,
laughing,
twirling,
singing,
floating like a butterfly with dilated pupils.

Sometimes she’d freak out,
sweat like a pig crying,
say she saw the music,
hear the color red  & *****.
It always matched her tie dyes.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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