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Aug 2014
I got skittish when the sun went down,
especially when there was a full moon.
There was no place to move,
you had to hide in the shadows.
That brings me back
to some bad memories.
Every time a pebble moved,
I felt my heart in my throat,
it was suffocating
& I longed for home,
prayed until I cried
that I wouldn't die
quietly.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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