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Sep 2014
Dripping melancholy,
here comes that song again
& she's more desperate
now,
percussion beats pain
into her shrieked-melody,
her plea to find true love,
not the kind
that hurt her.
A mother's son
slammed her
hard,
into submission,
made her a slave
& I cry to the tune
of her wailing guitars.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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