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Mar 2013
If you found it
It was never lost
Just tossed aside
In the room with the faux fox furs,
and the tanned cow hides.

Inside you always knew
That you couldn't face it
Couldn't erase it.
Tried to wipe it from your memory.
But being free comes at a price
You wouldn't pay
So what should be locked away is not.
And you've got,

Sleepless nights,fevers a chill
That lack of will when will won't do
And you know why.
You should have forgotten but now you cry in the endless doom
Give me room,give me room,I can't breathe.
Grieving does that
Knocks you flat and caves you in
And anything you ever thought you knew
The news is, you do
Now.

How do we reconcile the years and the miles that have been,seen and gone
Only the burning in the soul goes on.
If this is hell and well why not
Just something else you've got.

And if you find what was not lost
Put it back in place
Forget you ever saw my face or heard my voice
Your choice
I have mine.

Time
So little left
And I have wept my tears
That don't bring no added years.
The crying's done
I had my fun and can't complain
Still,
It seems a shame
I wish the clock was slow
Not wishing to go
But I will.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   --- and Michael W Noland
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