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Oct 2015
The bath fills,
the bottle,
pills.

Slipping down into the deep,
there's a duck floating by
I bet he's wondering why,
black dots on the ceiling
give me the feeling
I'm floating
in space.

Lungs contract
expand
contract,
disburse the air,
knock, knock
who's there?

I don't really care.

I'm safe below the waterline.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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