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May 2020
We can all look through the lens
that mends the unbroken
bends light and make words
that are spoken unspoken,
but
magic lamps are rare
and
genies are much rarer.

When they sacrifice me
to lust and *******
and the genie gets a hold
on me
I
don't think that I'll care.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   From the ashes
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