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Nov 2018
Always been trapped and there was no escape and the warder said stay because this is your fate and the clock laughed out minutes that turned into more and the only idea was to think up a door,
so I did

and the door opened inwards to go deeper inside where the more that I thought the longer I died and the hours turned back into the day I was born
always been trapped or released into a storm.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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