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Aug 2014
The warmth of your skin,
your beautiful porcelain skin,
kindles my tortured soul.
From the deepest depths of my despair,
I dream of running my hands
through your luxurious hair
& the comforting thought
boils my heavy heart.
You know I wish that you were here.
I realize,
sadly,
all the time in the world
is running out.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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