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Mar 2014
I miss the hard breathing,
the gulping of frozen air,
the chunks of blood
spitting up from my dry lungs,
headaches & hypoxia,
the chronic lack of sleep,
& the holding of hands
with my mates
in the jet stream.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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