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Jun 2018
Writing poetry is like
having a gun at your head
bullets for breakfast
blood on the bed

and few can understand
the words that you planned
would change the
world.

it's a suicide
****** on the inside
and it kills me on
the outside,

I write
even though it might
make me crazy.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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