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Aug 2019
I'm not going
there's too many head cases
too many strained faces
and too many places they can hide
outside.

I'm staying in
safe and secured by the chains
on my soul.

Getting high and succumbing
to the succubi
but I know that I'll die
eventually.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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