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Aug 2014
Do you remember the way it used to feel.
Well Sugar Lips,
it may not have been with me,
but you do remember
how your body felt like steam,
all your dreams floated on your fingertips,
magic spells melted your huge heart.
So, it’s okay if I ain’t the one Honey Pie.
They tell me I’m damaged
& my eyes aren’t brown,
they’re black,
but I don’t believe them
anyways.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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