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Jun 2019
I think I'm frying neurons
in the electrics of my brain,
watching flashing beacons
and then
watching them again
and quite oddly
although happily
I do not feel the pain
of neurons frying
in my brain.

But I'm still making some connections
altering the imperfections
lighting lasers, fighting demons,
there's still hope, I think, for me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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   Bogdan Dragos
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