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Feb 2014
I lie alone,
awake,
on top of the sheets,
burning up.

The fan spins
slowing above me,
dousing me
with a cool
vent-breeze.

Here in
my controlled
environment,
I read you & still
feel out of control,
still burning up.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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