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Feb 2014
Feigned words are
always read like pulp fiction,
contrived for put-on reaction
& personal satisfaction,
the temptations ****.

But your diction
does seem perfect,
& are those moon phases
outlined on your face?

And who can wait
for the tides to change,
what matter?

Like the patterns
on your dress,
they're always the same.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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