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Aug 2014
O Sweet Lady,
I love
your primordial fragrance
in the air,
get wrapped up
in your primal taste
all over my face
in the morning.
And throughout the day,
traces of you,
you linger
on my mind.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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