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May 2020
When the curve is flattened
doesn't that mean we are dead
or have I been on too many machines
in hospital drama scenes?

And from the
Houses of Conspiracy
come
soundbites biting soundlessly
eating away at me until
the division bell tolls.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
68
     Vicki Ann and annh
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