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Feb 2014
We sat high up in the clouds,
submerged in volcanic-waters
enjoying each other’s company,
surrounded by warm mists,
lush ferns hung on the walls
above us in a place so sacred,
even the Maya kept it a secret.

But I  can’t tell you where it is,
I’d have to show you,
it's somewhere in the Americas.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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