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May 2016
It only hurts for a while
the cuts that bleed will heal
the bruises that blossom
will fade in time,

can you feel
it now?

Feel?

the way,

they told me it's long and I thought they were wrong and they were,
it's even longer and takes a strongman to get there,
many are stronger than me,
but the way that it was,
it was the way that chose me.

Whatever way is any way when you're not going
my way.

Being alone
or being a being alone being alone?

I
play
make
friends
it gets serious
and the playing ends.

I had to grow old.
and
fortune favours
cold dice on
hot tables.

It only hurts for a while
the smoke
the smoke
the smile
when my heart broke
more smoke
It only hurts when she flirts
for a while,
I will bleed
she fuels me
I feed her
she murders
I murmur.

The way
is a long way and more
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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