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Jan 2015
Blood stains and the trains roll on
over the dead until they're
buried, and gone were the fantasies
of castles and queens
gone were the happy dreams.

Torture and reams of confessions
the Devil possesses the means,
no happy dreams,
no castles or queens,
blood stains and the trains roll on.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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