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Jan 2014
I can barely see
beyond this tiny screen,
only hear the tapping of keys,
choosing letters passionately
to form these fluid-thoughts.

It's times like these when
my imagination runs wild,
amok with vivid desires,
sensual-things glowing,
making my heart,
my skin
burn
like the sun.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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