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Jan 2015
my face is lit like art on a wall
but I am not whats on display
a light is where the focus lays
with its seductive glow and come-hither call
you cant help but follow its way
  
my first trip down this carnal course
I felt a spark ignite my heart
and a hole
I never knew existed
now pumped with fire
as my soul lifted
Written by
Brenton Ciccotelli  New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)   
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