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Apr 2015
Dissolving slow in fluid mist and into twisted limbs,
we kissed,
lips that hold and told of more before dissolving more and more and
then, and
then
between the dawn and when it breaks
she takes me somewhere,
how it aches, but takes me more and more into the mist
dissolving yet again and more before
we kissed.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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