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Feb 2014
I would love
to use my digits,
touch you,
feel
your moisture
in the morning.

Then carry
your sweet-fragrance
with me all day,
**** on my fingers
& let people think
I was juvenile.

But I'd know better,
it would remind me
of what
I was coming home
to at night.

Yum.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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