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Aug 2017
She brushes my lips with her lips
and slips her hand into mine
then she whispers that magic in my ears
and I'm hers 'til the end of all time.

At the end
there's a long line waiting
for the loves that have passed
on the way
but the end's never reached
until all time has ceased
and that won't be happening
today.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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