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Aug 2014
It's always the same,
I knew you'd be gone,
just like the others
who got their fill from me
in all sorts of ways,
then fled not to feel
the reality of a beating heart.

But if it's any consolation,
your performance was great,
still
I owe you
not
a standing ovation.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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