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Apr 2015
O how vividly
I remember
that cold
dreary
autumn-night,
for she
had toiled endlessly
to infuse
a spark of life
into my lifeless form
below her
& when
she rose above me,
parting
her
reddened
sweet
soft flesh
to taste our serum,
I came alive
& breathed
hot breath
for her toil,
yellow eyes flickering.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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