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Feb 2016
Every Wake wakes me to the
distinct possibility that
the next wake that
wakes me may be
a Wake for me.

I see the corridor that leads to the anti-room,
but I don't plan on going down it too soon.

If I keep my eyes closed then
the cold can't affect me,
can't see me or touch me,
if I keep my eyes on the inside.

I think I worry about things,
thinking I think,
perhaps if I worry then
the cold man won't hurry
to get me,
if I keep my eyes closed and
don't step on the cracks, ah
forget about the cracks and
that's what attracts him
the cracks running through me
the cracks only I see,
but the cold man sees too.

Do you keep your eyes closed?
I do.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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