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Jun 2019
More than what you've read.

Who is it that haunts Tracy Emin and her ' unmade bed? '

Too much to the straight lines and so I hide in between them
waiting for infinity to close the gap.

But if it was
only knowledge and
the answers I seek
why then when I know
do I feel so weak?

This  Swan song takes so
long and had I known it
I'd have brought in a seat
to sit and watch.

The finale finally
the lines come together
inside of me
and I become infinity?

It's a bit like Blackpool
but warmer.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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