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Jun 2014
It was a place
where people lost time
trying to remember how to live
& it must have been a holiday,
I saw no less than four patrons
passed out cold,
faces lying in their *****,
empty bottles at the their feet
& the workers
walking around
pathetically
as if,
as if it were business as usual,
just the destruction of human souls.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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