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Jul 2014
My corned beef tasted like
Chateaubriand today
and the sun wasn't yellow,
it was golden
& I am not myself,
these feelings.
Oh these ******* feelings.
Nothing is the same
since I met you,
I want more.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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