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Apr 2015
Two pills later with droopy eyes,
Cinnamon aphrodisiacs,
Candles that smell like your skin when you bury your nails in my thighs and seek some greater vengeance,
Sun-kissed skin and the muscles of a lover (and a fighter,
because what is love without fighting).

Heaven in copper pools,
except I've never believed in God.
You wouldn't believe me
(and it isn't true, anyway).
Jo Hummel
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Jo Hummel  Fort Worth
(Fort Worth)   
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