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Mar 2017
..and so
I was swinging naked on
the chandelier
thinking you were here.

Lipstick stained
I drained her glass
and as if
to pass some time
I opened up a lighter bulb
and poured a pint of wine

a slighter case of
deja who
and I thought you
were
the window cleaner.

I seen her anyway
good enough for me.
Uncorked, the best way a brain can be.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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