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Aug 2017
It was lightning,
Krakatoa

and the gun blast
so much slower
than expected.

a minute for a moment gone
that echoed off the black smoke
sky.

The ache that takes your time away
the pain that brings the night to stay
so much of me within the day,
but slower than expected
why?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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