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Apr 2016
Chop me then,
a million cubes
and dice me,
be nice to me and then
I'll make the meal you
so desire.

you lit the fire and if it should burn
the house we built will burn down
and in turn, we'll both burn too.

You chop me
photoshop and you crop me,
but no ****** will I be,
watch me as I come to life.

But it strikes me
that you like me and
I'd like to
burn with you.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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