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Aug 2014
I remember the last time
I kissed you.
It was on your forehead.
Your pretty eyes closed,
I watched you turn,
hop on the bus,
& disappear
into the Yucatan mist,
while I turned
to return
back home
to my skyscraper.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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