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Aug 2014
I am in touch with myself,
especially in
the wee hours of the morning.
That's when I feel closest to you,
lost in fiery imaginations,
wishing you were here
to feel the heat
created
by my frictional
thoughts of you.
O Baby Doll,
You're so hot,
I'm burning up
in you.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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