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Aug 2014
They hide in the open,
moving in the shadows,
watching you from the
outside
looking
inside
your dark alleyways.
It's all part of a network,
a cyber inner space,
full of imposters
waiting for the proverbial ****.
It starts as just an ordinary *****,
but you won't bleed out.
The toxin will permeate
all of your senses
& you know,
deeply you know,
it's too late for you
to get back to reality,
to save your soul.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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