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Mar 2017
She turns her eyes
I vaporise
and realise
everyone dies in the end.

I tend toΒ carp and criticise
it hurts
I see that in her eyes
I vaporise.

I die in my lines and
bring death to the rhymes,
at times
it hurts even more
than the eyes
I adore,

she turns her eyes
I vaporise.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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