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Jan 2014
Smothered in deliciousness,
I look up to see flashback-images,
the finer points worth living.

And in my speechless moment,
my mouth tastes in waves,
the nectar of the goddesses,
raw and pure, like
her fine sweet-memory.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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