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Aug 2014
She was a beautiful human canvas,
covered in abundance
with bright colors.
Her head was topped
with many shades of neon blue.
So in touch was she,
she wore her silver baubbles
in the most sensitive places
& the coy look
on her freckled face,
was always
one of sheer merriment,
not gross insanity.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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