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Dec 2015
One isolation ward, a
metallic cord attached to
the monitors that monitor
how
isolated one can be.

One infirmary
concrete pylons wearing
steel plated nylons, some
fancy shades,
cutthroat blades
uniforms and uniformity,
I will be
in the isolation ward
listening to
the machinery
alone.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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