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Mar 2014
Sooner or later,
they go down in flames.
Once apostles
on the edge,
crazy-fingers
annihilating
electric lines of faith,
and we,
in our self-induced
afflicted states,
listened to every line
of their angst,
sang along,
full of love,
clapped to their beat.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaqgr7NZve8
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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