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Jan 2014
The fire was raging,
blazing coals sparked,
spiraled upward
into the Heavens.
We drank sweet wine,
danced like devils
intoxicated on life,
away from
the madness of the rat race,
our smiling faces
treaded sacred ground.

My dear lady,
how I miss the reflection
of a billion stars,
beaming at me
through your tasty-eyes,
the pair that seduced me,
took me down in your hellfire.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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