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Mar 2021
Can't get there on time because the time got there earlier
and now that it's later the time's later too,
trying to catch up but the clock gives a look that would **** me
and in a second it vanishes.

they say that you can't get back what you never had, but I had it in the palms of my hands and like sand, it trickled away.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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