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Sep 2014
In the morning,
she spins
circles around me
like a small child
gleeful.

At noon,
she's drunk on life,
swooning love.

And by suppertime,
she's strung out,
overdosed on
the sacredness
of another day.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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