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Mar 2014
The blue on her shiner
matched the azure of her irises,
she'd try to cover it cosmetically,
you could tell she was sad.

What a pathetic ****** he was,
big tough guy he wasn't,
he'd last about a second
in the real ****,
be crying home
for his mommy.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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