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Jun 2014
And you,
you with your cinnamon breath,
your gurgling throat
muttering whiskey sins,
your mascara flowing,
streaking
down
your high cheeks,
so tweaked,
it breaks my heart.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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