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Jun 2014
Every single one of them
took
a little piece of me.
It started out slowly
with my heart,
then they stole
a bit of my hide
& next,
they absconded
with a whole lot
of my soul.

In fact, so much of me
is missing now,
I don't even know
if I'm coming or going,
staying up heading down.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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