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Apr 2014
I heard the bahnhof whistle blow,
it woke me up
& all I had left of you
was an empty matchbook,
stained sheets
& a black bra.

There were red marks
of you lips
on the wine glass, too
& I kissed them
because you were gone.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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