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Sep 2020
Tomorrow may not come
and if it has any sense
it won't,
it'll run away as fast
as it can
that's my plan too,
to disappear from here
to be
free from this toxic situation,
to make a reservation on
some desert isle,
and living alone for awhile
recharges the batteries,
she's
always saying that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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