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Apr 2015
You might think I'm handsome
and look for ways
to make me see you.
You might fantacize
about the things
you know **** well
I could to do to you.
You can see it in my eyes.
Deep dark brown eyes
that can look into your soul
make your heart skip a beat,
make you go breathless.
And I know you shiver,
get weak in the knees
when I stand next to you.
So go ahead,
you want some of this.
Try me on for size.
It will be a perfect fit.
I can make you feel like
you are experiencing
Heaven on Earth.
But trust me,
you'll be sorry.
My stain will never go away.
It will stay in your bones
like a sweet bad disease.
Arlo Disarray's poem struck a cord.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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