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Feb 2015
Lightheaded on fumes
running on empty
through rooms and
nowhere to go.

I know something's coming
that's why I am running,
can't stand still anymore
or fight
'til I bleed or
batter down doors so
I'll batten down hatches
and run on
empty.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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