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Mar 2020
She strips
but it's post-apocalypse
and no one looks.

He'd read
but
there are no books
and no words to convey
when no one gives two..
..and no one looks
anyway.

We're hanging on
by our fingernails.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Carlo C Gomez and Saige
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