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Apr 2014
I don't seem myself lately.
I hear these crickets constantly
chirping in my head,
it sounds like interstellar-static,
a form of alien communication.

They grind their legs
in unison & play
just under the surface.
It seems,
whenever
I'm in a crowd,
no one else hears it,
does anybody,
do you?
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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