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Mar 2012
I could win the lottery,
find the fountain of youth,
discover a cure for cancer or diabetes
or war or death or stupid people and

none of these things,
not a single one,
would make me feel
as happy as I did

holding you in my arms,

your skin on mine.
JM
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JM
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