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Sep 2014
The children are asleep
finally
you lie,
listening
to his heavy breathing
not on the same wavelength
& your fingers,
your wonderful
glistening-fingers
do your thinking
& you're dreaming of me.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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