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May 2016
Then key in the numbers
one by one 
tell all your secrets
and
soon
there'll be none.

This is the engine stall,
out 
if gas is the 
end and I fall.

Thirty two times thirty two 
and every second 
I drop 
I drop closer 
and closer 
to you.

Hit the ground running.

All is opportunity where 
the hustler is 
importuning me 
one of us is seldom free 
to turn a trick or turn 
the other cheek
next week marks 
another scar,

Life 
so far 
advanced 
but with a backflip 
we could have danced 
with flowers in our hair.

Yesterday is somewhere 
yet somehow can't be found,
at thirty two times thirty two.
I hit the ground
running.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   ---, Morgan and Terry Collett
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