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Jul 2014
She has all the suitors
drooling,
lined up like tin soldiers,
waiting for her commands.

And on the sacred battlefield,
like a bold knight of old,
an infiltrator
crawls to her defense,
making sense
of her sweet-code,
the ones encrypted
on her soft walls.

And she is taken.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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