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Sep 2014
You played me like an instrument,
strummed my strings,
blew air into my lungs
just to hear the tune I made.
You got laid & took what you wanted,
then left me
lying in the shade,
playing with my instrument
all by myself
and dreaming of the sweet music
we once made.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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