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Nov 2020
Thinking that
a cold shower on the hour every hour
might be the cure.

Waking in a sweat yet again.

Through the roar of turbine dreams
where every breath is written on the
very moments sent to fill me,
I only breathe because she wills it so
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
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