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Apr 2017
no great shakes
I've been awake before
but I slept for almost an ever
which is two points adrift of
a forever.

There are forty twoΒ cracks
in the ceiling
not counting the ones I'm
unsure of,
sometimes there are shadows
like lovers in the back rows
of cinemas from long ago,
mainly memories.

but another twenty hours to midnight,
sleep tight they said and
then they let me fall,

being awake
feels like drowning
without the water unless it's
raining
which it isn't.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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