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Her compliments were pouring rain, drenching the world around us, springing daises from the concrete people loved her for her positive attitude but in the dark her demons became her and I watched the mask come off every night Her compliments were pouring rain that soaked everyone but not me because I wore a rain-jacket


Jon is an author and poet in Ottawa, Canada. By day he designs aircrafts, plays music, and drinks coffee. His poetry has been published by ByWords and his novel, A Man Named Eustace, was published in February 2018 by Outlaws Publishing. While Jon spends much of his time writing prose, he tends to dabble in poetry on his days off.

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