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May 2019
To be one of them, to
become an automaton
give the ultimatum
and
flick the switch.

Not for nothing is
hate an anagram of heat.

There are no yes men here.

Everything aches,
but mostly the heart
when you want to be
but
are no longer a part
of the conversation.

just cauterise my eyes
so I can't see the lies
that trip over your tongue.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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