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Aug 2014
I traced her full lips with my fingers,
looked her squarely in her pretty eyes
& inhaled deeply
the sweet fragrance
of her gorgeous hair.
Moments like that are forever
etched in my fond memories.
To have touched her lips like that
seems so surreal now,
for she truly was an angel.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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