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Jun 2014
Inspiration comes
in many forms,
it can be stroked
from well-chosen words
or from clairvoyance,
vivid-images sent
across the moonbeams.

And cloaked in darkness,
I lie alone,
rising
to your sweet descriptions
of the morning sun,
certainly not obscene,
but dreamy-like.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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