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Mar 2014
Some words just
roll off your tongue,
they sound so smooth,
like aged whiskey,
they make one loose.

Cigarettes intoxicate
& ***** stimulates
the senses to magical places.
I blame it on Vincent.

The sensuality,
spirituality &
abnormalities,
twisting & turning,
I'm burning
to know the mysteries
he did.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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