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Feb 2017
If it ever was it was never
and it was certainly never like this.

I whisper her name and my lips start
to move to her beat
which is some feat
from the experience I have of it
love tends to hurt a bit
a bit like having your adenoids removed

but I never needed adenoids
the same as I needed you
and your name's written through me
you whisper back to me
and we move to one beat.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   ---, DivineDao and HappyHappyHappy
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