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Aug 2017
Coated with non-stick but they still want to touch me
did I not say I was sick?
go away
don't let the light in to disturb what
the night has in store.

Morning ***** it up for me,
what
with the birds singing while
I'm clinging on to my sanity.


I touch type
too much hype
to do it in
the daylight.

Unresponsive?
possibly, but
the scars tell
it differently.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     ---, Keith Wilson, me and chloe james
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