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Jun 2014
Every time I look into
the brilliant blue sky
I think of her eyes.

And when the sky is black,
I see her hair,
flowing
beyond compare.

The bubbling brook
reminds me of how
she shook
when I held her
in my arms.

Her taste
is like strawberry.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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