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Aug 2014
I could write
encryption
& who would understand
such hidden meanings?

Those dead dragonflies
littering a bamboo mat
& violent cracks appearing
on dangling crystals.
What of those ravens
sitting on elastic wires
bending in the wind,
cawing the sins
of their fathers.

And those proud faces,
those red-haird harpies
injecting salt,
singing long
into the night,
ballads of the brokenhearted.

I would write
encryption,
and who could understand
such hidden meanings?
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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   --- and Amanda In Scarlet
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