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Aug 2015
Each day I cross a Rubicon
I gather strength and
move along
the new way.

I pray a while a small white lie
diffused by saffron coloured sky
the sulphur rises by and by
and
I die again.

I cross another Rubicon.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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