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Sep 2014
The moon,
with its tantalizing glow,
peaked
through my window,
whispering sweet nothings
as if,
as if we were lovers
& alone in the darkness
I succumbed to her allure,
so pure,
so demure.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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