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Jan 2015
I lay impotently upon the bed,
my innocence
drip fed by tubes,
swabs in trays
and in the ashcan put by me ,
a cigarette ****
burns away.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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