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Mar 2014
There's not much to say
on this cold winter day,
there are no words flowing,
I fight to write this little ditty.

I tried to imagine
kissing you again
& it didn't work.
I fool myself to think
I could ever
touchΒ Β myself
the way you would.

If you really knew me,
you'd realize the sincerity
I've lost to posterity,
succumbing to verity.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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