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Jan 2016
The mirror talks to me,
it is
a prerecorded
valedictory
from me to me
head to head
reminders of the
lies being fed.


Well Hell,
I knew it, but
Alice got through it
so
why
can't I?
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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