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Jul 2014
Who needs them anyways,
those late night strangers,
dialing you up to cop a feel,
to hear your lonely breath,
then they crawl
back
into the shadows
& live,
just existing.

Oh, it ain't nothing personal
to them
I guess,
but not me,
to me,
they mean
so much more,
like everything.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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