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Apr 2014
I pull out in the wee hours
from your pebbled driveway,
scavenge for your
crumpled ****
& light up.

The inhalation
is sensational
& I taste you
lingering
on my lips,
gaze into
the rising sun
& smile
remembering
your kisses.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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