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Jan 2018
Life is razor thin
but death's no place to begin
so
let's start when the heart
starts toΒ beat

you might cut yourself shaving
butΒ IΒ know
that you're saving the bleeding
for me

an edge on the edge and
I'm begging to fall
toppling into the abyss
and it swallows me
all
of me until
I become history or
even thinner
and
only death is the winner.


I sign on the dotted line
and let time
decide.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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