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Aug 2014
It's not like eggs frying,
this drug,
my mind,
& your mind is
a terrible thing to waste
& my thoughts,
my warm thoughts
stream into you,
sizzling
& crackling
& you feel,
you feel electronic.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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