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Jul 2014
People creep me out,
they stare at me,
black eyes vacant like whites.
And they don't even ******* know me,
I own diamonds & pearls,
am a trained widow-maker.
I eat glass with my Wheaties
& know how to
disable human bodies
rather quickly.
I'm not sickly
or the least bit paranoid,
I just don't like people
staring at me,
it creeps me out.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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