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Nov 2015
Redacted
constricted
contracted
restricted.

We are all being closed down
it's a drop out
a cop out
and we are the objective.

We the collective
disintegrate
under the mighty weight
of the state.

Machinery?
We are the cogs in obscenity
but does it bother me?

I am a tree
growing wild and
think I'm free
'til the man with the axe
comes again
and redacts me.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Olivia Kent
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