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Dec 2015
Simple magnetic
Attraction, gravity
Well wished star
Shines swung eliptical
Orbits spun soft word
Play kind, wicked eyes
Look our desiring bodies
Collided with sharp minds
Not made up, felt
Touches of lips
Spoke to excess
Baggage spilt
Milk honeyed too sweet
Words - **** em!
Benjamin Ian  Maclean
Written by
Benjamin Ian Maclean  North East London
(North East London)   
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