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Mar 2014
I imagine you
sitting there
on top
of the world,
our eyes meeting
with a sensual-glow
& me
twirling
my fingers
through
your flowing hair
that covers me
with your
sweet fragrance,
touching my soul.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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