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Jan 2015
Complex,
but to the mind,
distance is no object,
if I am here and there
then I am everywhere.

An insecticide,
I can hide in, slide in
underneath your skin.
Disrupt the flow of signals to
your brain,
drain you of the will to live.

Multi ***,
I am he and she and in me there
are many more, it
all checks out to me to be
more than complex
but in my mind,
I cannot object,
I only project the pictures that I see,
I keep my own and I own my self
and my
own company.

Complex.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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