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Mar 2014
You're asleep now,
I watch the snowflakes
spiraling down toward Earth,
you're never coming back,
going to wake up
here again.

I'm alone and cold,
wishing I could smell your hair,
taste your lips,
be planted with you forever,
my pretty dead flower.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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