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Jan 2014
Some are drunk,
some are sober,
the men unzip & lean
under the Andean moon,
******* their brains out
against the ancient-wall.

Dogs & feral cats
run through it,
spreading stench
& the smell of ****
through the city streets
on tiny paws.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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