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Apr 2015
Like a spot  that I keep picking or
a wound that I keep licking
I've got something kicking
'round in here,
something's buzzing in my brain
like flies, it's driving me insane,
picking, kicking, sticking to the lining,
I'm refining it,
digging through the flies and ****,
refining it.
Filing it and in a bit it will be clear,
something's
kicking 'round in here.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Olivia Kent
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