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Mar 2020
She rolls her hips like I roll my cigarettes
slow and methodically
like someone's always watching me,
but I'm watching her.

And there are five hundred thousand stragglers,
half a million would be followers
and they're all  
dependent Draculas
******* out the goodness
blotting out her light.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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