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Jul 2020
I think every aeroplane that I see
is on a bombing run and out just for me,

is it just me,
am I responsible for my own despondency?

he dreams of inspiration
like a loner dreams of
isolation

not my fault
I am not to blame,
but the fall-out's
got everyone's name
on it,

helicopters
spraying
agent orange
agent black,
back to Captain Scarlet,
.
everyone's a Mysteron.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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