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Jan 2014
It was by happenstance I read her,
she moved me with her verse,
her sweet demeanor flowed
through
her written word,
I felt the pain inside,
her search for self-realization.

She is a flowery summer treat,
I saw her pretty-eyes in space,
her infectious smile
dialed me in.

And whether or not
there’s ever any
L-word involved
is of no freaking consequence,
I am forever her mate,
that means a friend
on the same wavelength.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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