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Oct 2020
Even asleep
it's in the eyes that haunt my dream,
the sights that they have seen

and where are you going to
when I wake and want you?

these are
just discs that spin on the deck
of a sunken ship,
pay them no heed.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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