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Sep 2014
It was always weird,
going from smoking & joking,
zero miles-per-hour,
to destructive behaviors,
near supersonic.

The role players
became real
& the blood flew,
covered our surroundings
with entrails.

And we were good,
so much better than them
& they weren't mannequins,
but just as lifeless.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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