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Mar 2017
At the stage of a
work in progress,
an empty page
and
a pen full of ink.

Then we think our life away
in meaningful thoughts
which meant nothing
not even yesterday.

Delusions?
all of us have them,
but these
are the graveyards of men.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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