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Apr 2014
The minutes tick by
& the days pass like wildfires
across the driest forests,
spitting eternal sparks
up into the summer skies.

And underneath it all,
a tempest does lie,
unbridled passions
doth waste away
without any
falling stars
to catch them.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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