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Aug 2015
We carry on as if nothing is wrong and the sun hasn't set on our dreams,
the night isn't caring enough.

A tough choice to make,
to try again one more time or to break the bonds that have held our love tight and the night isn't caring enough.

I call to the Genie and hope that she's seen me and wonder,
can Genies make wishes come true?
if it is so then the Genie knows just what to do.


The formality gets to me,
the kiss on the cheek,
the
how are you keeping
the
see you next week, the
way that my tears leak and
why do I feel that
these feelings are weak
and we still
carry on as if nothing is wrong
and the night never cared at all.
Central line poetry written between Stratford and Holborn stations.. Something to do ...init ?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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