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Nov 2017
Slipping into and out from occasionally
feeling something ain't right
is it temporary?
or is the impermanence
I feel
here
permanently.

Trapped between the ice cubes and
malted milks
I drift off into Summer
she wears her silks

is it real or illusion?
do
we advance
to a fusion?

slipping into and out from
occasionally.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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