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Dec 2015
You can't remember the name
the face
the place where you met
the games you once played
and where you lived then
decays in the memories
you cannot recall.
I think that says enough,
says it all.

Passing your prime was the crime perpetrated,
a ****** and time is the corpse.

Gather your thoughts in and tie them around you,
they are the residue of all that you were.

The memories rest somewhere,
but you cannot remember and
you don't know if you
really care.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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