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Aug 2014
The creep sets in,
a dripping faucet of fears
& hurt
from years past,
ripping me into pieces.
Strange sensations
roll
down my spine,
I'll never fall again.
Still your pretty voice
beckons
& no matter
how hard I try,
I am your slave
& you **** me.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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