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Jul 2014
WeΒ Β busted down doors
& surrounded people,
lined 'em up against the wall
& interrogated a few, too.

We'd hide in strange places,
set up L-shaped surprises
in the night
to light them up
& fight off  the sand man, too.

I knew two
stone cold killers.
They rotated back here
& walked amongst us,
both committed suicide.
PTSD.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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