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Jun 2016
She touches me like the tremblings
of the Moonlight on a ruffled sea,
calming me.

We fall into the crescent of the rising sun
and we are one.

'Geronimo', we call and fall again

and it's never quite the same
no matter how she calls or how we fall
there is always something special in
the way she makes me shiver

if I live a
thousand lifetimes
or I die a thousand more
every time we fall
we open up
another doorway
to another,

she touches me
the way a lover should.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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