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Apr 2014
Pen me
your sweet conviction,
scribe me clear
& perfect **** diction,
write me succulent words
that spread your
lustful infection.

O Dear Lady,
I want to digest
your pheromones,
drink your pure
raw-essence,
carry
your poetic-disease
with me,
all the way
to nirvana.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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