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Jan 2016
Incommunicado?
I can't tell of what
I know.

Padlocks on my tongue
to stop it running loose,
a noose around my neck
just in case.

Silence is tarnished by
oxidisation.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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