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Jan 2021
It wasn't a real place and
that wasn't her real face,
hey
but we all wear a mask
until they ask
who you are
and then
the dream flies out of the
window
when you awaken and know
you're a no show, Awol
from your own reality.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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