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Oct 2015
You fold me
unfold me,
hold me
you told me forever.

Scissor cut paper,
lurkey one, two, three
coming ready or not
I never forgot the
games we played.

You left
I stayed,
forever
is just a gaze
into a future that
did not exist.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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