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Sep 2014
You never forget their eyes,
as they lie
lifeless.

And ifΒ Β they're crisp,
you never forget
the wisps of smoke
still smoldering off
the charred bones.

As a matter-of-fact,
you never forget
anything
when it comes to dead bodies,
it makes you feel all alone,
after an attack.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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   ---, --- and Lonnie Nichole
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