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Mar 2014
Is it so much to lie
here alone
spreading rumors,
begging,
craving to be
enveloped
by your warm sweetness,
watching
cigarette smoke
curl,
spiral upward
to form grey clouds,
be captive
to your viral charms.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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