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Aug 2020
She puts it on me
and I being sleepy
don't find that
it's creepy at all.

One of the two

missing you, and
in dreams I am
kissing you,
but the dreams are
just passing through.

blue.

but we all like a
splash of panache
don't we or do we?

she
puts it on me
the life within me
the outside of me
and it's still not creepy,
it's
quite nice actually
wake before you look and never leap unless you have to
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   chelle
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