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Aug 2014
I drank the poison
of our love,
thought you
were the perfect antidote,
you could fix me,
ease the pain,
but I'm slowly dying
on the side effects.

There was no warning label Darling,
just the skull and crossbones
you wore around
your slender neck
dangling
above me,
while you tried to cure me.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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