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Apr 2014
I remember the room,
the way it smelled
so fresh
& you
so ripe
lying there
in all your splendor.

O Darling,
that sweet fragrance
burns,
has left a brand
on my brain,
I'll never get
over the searing,
'cause
I loved your heat.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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