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Jun 2016
We reach the crescendo and the lights blow
when the world fires a fuse

I use my flashlight
she holds my hand tight.

I have the handle on tonight
candlelight
fixes everything
right?

I never heard the waves
crashing to the shore
no orchestral score

I thought that there was more to it,
well
a little bit more than this.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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