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Jan 2015
Senses left reeling, it feels like
I'm stealing a slice out of
heaven.
touch and touch against skin,
her eyes letting me in,these
singing words seem to be the
fluttering of a thousand birds, but
it's my heart.

She lays waste to my taste buds as she
kisses me light and
I surrender again
to the night.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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