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Nov 2019
This isn't anything to write home about
so
I'm writing it here,

it's bonfire night,
as if bonfires could light my way
as I pick through the deadness
of my own lost soul.

But
I come
to terms with it and
learn to live with the lack of it.

nothing to write home about.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
63
     --- and Autumn
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