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Feb 2017
Then
my bones folded in to become
specks of white dust on the
outskirts of my skin, here
on the archipelago of volcanoes
where black holes swarm
and space gathers time.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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