Deep inside me, there’s a wireless
Pandora’s Box. EPandora. Locked
up tight. I keep googling, I keep looking
for guidance. I keep hoping. What could
be inside? Bright red lipstick, flaming
mangos, green polka-dot-panties?
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The Juice Bar 
Damn! That’s one spicy poem! Perfect!
Very juicy Janna! 🙂