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Aug 2014
It did not start out this way.
No.
It was real fresh roses,
stolen kisses,
the primal mixing
of our global harmonies.
And yet,
over precious time,
we became abused
& broken,
degenerated,
lying in despair,
where no body cares
to be or not to be.
And we're really not
just anybody's,
once we
were true lovers
cut from the same cloth.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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