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May 2013
I have no identity
who am I
but this that was forced on me,
and you
the greatest of lights would have me nearer to thee
locked as I am in this chemistry
of misery

I shall gather my strength
would that lengthen my days
or would it shorten the way to the end?
Friend?
you are no friend to me
you who would harmonise upon my demise
stifling the cries of the old and the frail
find your own holy grail
you won't find it in me
I have no identity.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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