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Oct 2020
In the top drawer
underneath the handkerchieves
are the missiles, (forgive me), missives
that you sent to give me hope
every one of them,

and I keep them
for I might need them in
the future.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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