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Aug 2016
On the edge of the evening we try again
leaving hope on the window pane we die again
and the morning light comes in to cry again
on my shoulder

am I older now?
it seems much colder now.

Coffee's still hot and I pour a cup
she borrows the handle and
drinks it up

you and me
will forever be
on the edge of the evening
where we try again.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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