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Aug 2014
She is by far
the cutest little lady,
her doe-eyes sparkle,
cut diamonds glittering
against her porcelain skin.
And her lips.
O her precious lips,
what medicine for my soul.
I would drink from them
forever
swallow her whole
& choke on her freckles
to feel her warmth.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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