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Jan 2021
These are the dreams on plasticine and we can twist them and rip them, strip them to the bone and with two colours, two tones,
we make our home in them, live them and love them like some men love mother because there's no one quite like her and there won't be another,
and as each dawn breaks the plasticine makes like it's neutral which to be fair is only normal.

They have a machine to make shapes from plasticine
but to make dreams you need imagination.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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