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Apr 2014
He was alone,
unable to breathe
& nobody heard
the pop of his last balloon.

Unknown people floated by,
never once looking down
to see him fizzle out.

Cars honked
under a light drizzle
& gray sky.

Life is simple that way,
itΒ Β just goes
on & on & on,
people think
they're going
to live forever.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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