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Aug 2015
Well,
that's it,
my body don't fit
or
the mirror is telling me lies.

There are cracks in my eyes
the sun looks up in surprise and
turns its back on the
joys of the night, but
in spite of all this and
despite that last kiss
if my body don't fit
that's it.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
195
   Olivia Kent and Aazzy
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