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Jun 2015
Through the eye of the needle where necessity lies
and the horizon's a point somewhere off,
someone dies.
On the grains where the sand shifts the mountains away, where the land ***** crab sideways to gather their prey or the fields where the crops dust off MDMA,
I drop,
intellect fades
the night fazes in on sharpened steel blades.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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