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May 2016
Live for the nights when we die.

This way to paradise,
one way or return?

I like to burn for a while

noting,
that as I get older
I
only manage to smoulder,

who's got a shoulder to cry on?

Ten out of ten
and
we die out again, but
we live for those nights
when we try.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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