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May 2014
I took the Sanyo,
rode the Mizuho
to Hakata
& saw three vampires
smoking ****.

Their lips
were twisted,
sneering
blood red,
with heads
lost in a cloud
of nicotine-fumes.

And before
they had a chance
to consider me,
I exited the bullet
& was gone.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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