A
subtle
thought
Apart
from
who
You
see
I
don’t
rain
on
Parades
I
leave
A
chemical
of
Aromas
built
By
Chilled
atoms
To
A
Tantric
mental
Catching
Your
Mind
like
Fly
paper
It
never
goes
Away
Pheromones
Special
guest
Hitting
the
nasal
Inhaled
turning
Eyes
from
black
To
hazel
Now
you
are
trapped
In
my
rum
drunken
Legs
Drunk
Waking
you
up
Like
America
running
On
Duncan
Morning
Hot
Coffee
Donuts
I’m
like
shoes
that
fit
You
just
right
I’ll
wear
You
on
me
like
a
balaclava
eyes
hold
Fire
before
I
run
In
your
bank
To
Withdraw
From
Sticking
Up
Blushing
Comet
Orgasmic
Lips
To
Kiss
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Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 
A very hot poem, amigo. One of your best. (Inhale is spelled like that). Inhale. I love this. This a fine work of poetry.
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Thanks and I’ll change it
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Can’t stop reading this! Beautifully written!
Your Words flow though my mind like the ocean waves! 😎 couldn’t help to be poetic 🙂 have a wonderful day Asia, and keep writing! It looks good on you!
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Well thanks so much for your encouragement my Good friend! Really means much!
As far as your “poeticness” which is a word I made up “copyright infringement” lol! It was pretty kool👍👍👍.
Keep on doing what cha doooo!
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