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May 2020
Cells collide
the doorways to my eyes
are ajar.

so far as they say,
but it's not quite today
and won't be
until
I have that first cup of tea.

She sleeps on
unaware
that I got to the kitchen
without switchin' the
lights on.

Outside.

everyone's an enemy
keep
two metres away from me
it's a ******' tragedy,
I want to go home.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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