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Mar 2014
O smother me,
choke me
with your raw-fragrance,
fertilize my soul
with your flower,
the one you wear
in your pretty hair.

I am the dirt
you run through
your slender fingers
& in my heart,
lingers your essence
dear woman.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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