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Nov 2016
I could drink up the oramorph into a cat,
I can
if I spill all my bones and lay flat,
but
enough about that and the things I could do

What about you?

there's no hidden meaning
no secret sign
no codes in the artwork
I am
what is mine.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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