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Apr 2014
He was whispering to us
about his girl,
the love of his life,
waiting for him
back home, then
walked gingerly
into a pink mist,
his leg landed
right next to me,
as I kissed the Earth,
prayed to God
in a forsaken land.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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