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Jun 2017
Stripped
of all reality
wading out into the sea
for only I could hear the
sirens wailing
and
failing in the fading light
lost
the day turned into night

the shore became
a memory for me
and a man
walking into the sea.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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