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Sep 2014
She struts serpentine,
moves seductively,
floating across the room
with nothing on
but white flowered-lace.

O Sweet Jesus,
she knows her reward!

So why,
why oh why,
does she torture me
this way?
Why.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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