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Apr 2016
She throws me a kiss like she's blowing out candles.

I smoke long into the night,
there's a party at Everley mansions,
tensions
recriminations
which we'll blame on the *****.

She
flickers like lightning and strikes
I lick the Rizla and build
a new smoke,, looking
long into the candle light
waiting for the day.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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