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Jun 2014
The madmen are gone now,
they've grown up,
yet still,
I will remember
their contorted faces
& what happened here.

Sadly, I know
there will be
no more late nights
playing werewolves
who've all disappeared
to other places
& somewhere I know
they are humbled
by the howling,
probably
jaded.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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