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Apr 2017
When you want to know when
it offends when you ask

Listen.
can you hear me floating?

I am sometime in somewhere
and where I don't know
don't want to be here
yet don't want to go.

can you only hear me when you're near me?

I can hear your breath hit the mirror
when I'm four thousand miles away.

Made up from these tiny things
tinsel and fairy wings
Christmas carols.

I can see it's all joined but
I can't find the seams
and if I stop looking?
do I miss what it means?

do dreams dream?
am I involved in revolving lives?

Then she drops me a line,
hi
how are you doing?
well
yeah,
okay I'm fine and
I can hear her
breathing there and the hair
she is brushing is the sound of
a rushing torrent.

I can hear her near sometime in
somewhere,
can you hear me floating?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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