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Oct 2017
It was dark
but it was always dark on
the council estate
almost as if
the sun couldn't wait to
*******
to Knightsbridge or
Highgate.

I was in a perpetual something
but
was never sure of what.

It's even darker now in the somehow where
nothing is possible
probably a short circuit
or a fuse blown

I should have known
semi detached as I am.

There is still the moon though
until it wakes up and bites me,

it might be a sleeper
and
Russian
I suspect.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
180
   Neon Robinson and Ryan Holden
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