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Dec 2015
I built a skyscraper with the wrapping paper, made the windows from mince pies, painted doors with crazy paving and she had eyes for you alone.

'This is your home here',
I dreamed into the ether
there was
no reply.

Then I grew up
built my prisons from the lies,
made my windows shine with
tears and she
had eyes for you alone.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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