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Jul 2018
Dreams that dance like marionettes,
who forgets dreams like those?

the iris of my eyes
wonders why this is
but accepts the inner truth.

I satisfy the third eye by
training
the other two
to search each
dream I have
in the hope of finding you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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