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Mar 2014
Honestly sweetness,
it wouldn't matter
if you were a serial killer.
You can chop me up,
add me to your chili
any time.
I just want
to feel your fingers
handling me,
your smooth-blade
cutting me
into tiny pieces,
tasty morsels
made easier
for you to digest
with your hot spices.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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