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Jun 2014
Accented voices
interrupted the starry pitch
& Reilly whispered,
don't light 'em up,
use your blade instead."

And we did quickly,
buried them to the hilts,
sticky warmth ran swiftly
through my fingers
& we heard thud thud.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
   Pradip Chattopadhyay and ---
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