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Mar 2014
I've always told you sweet darling,
it's the pretty-lace
that creates the initial stirring,
& when I push it aside,
it's the first ******
that creates the buzzing
& when we quicken
our fiery-pace,
it's the increased moisture
that creates
the spontaneous combustion
of our souls,
that creates our lovely mess.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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