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May 2015
I always die before we sleep,
a minute more in
which to keep you in my sight
a moment longer in your light.
I always die before we sleep
the way in which the deep night falls
as darkness calls me and I sink
into your eyes
I think that everybody dies
at least once but sometimes more
or what is this life of loving for.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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