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Apr 2013
If you knew how I ached
you'd be here with half baked ideas
and old whiskered remedies
that's why I keep these things that I feel
a secret
not sublet
or promoted on sites to be gloated and sneered at.

Secrets inside of me where part of me died to be
the man that I could never set free.

So I'm good and I'm well
don't ask
I won't tell
you anything other than that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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