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Jul 2014
It ravaged your body
like a tsunami
& how quickly
you become small,
skeletal,
a dead man walking.

Covered with sores
you lay,
slurping
macrobiotic soup
meant to save you,
but I couldn't.

You were just thirty-nine.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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