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Mar 2014
Let’s say our reality is actually fantasy
Appalling avariciousness
Throw all our worldly possessions to the abyss
To me all the money is worthless
But you are both rare and priceless

I know, give it time to all sink in
It’s come to us
Traveling by word of mouth
Heading north and running south
Southern comfort’s here and now

The moon is coming up and going out
The sun is fading I’m going down

Cooling mints in the humid evening
Pleasure sense, keep going

The words need not be said
It’s already known
In the west
And in the east
Satin blankets, silk sheets I’m underneath
And the same is done for me

Taunting laughs and hidden wants
A secret dominant
Pulled out susceptibilities
The soul is a shattered vase
And love a is durable gauze

The stars look brighter than usual tonight
They’re lighting up the pitch black sky

Honey drip lick at night time
Flooded valley, never ending

The name on the back of your tongue
Is the one who inflames your throat
And pulls you close
And fills your lungs
Tommy Johnson
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Tommy Johnson  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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