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Jun 2021
Disconnected IS
the new connect
the dreams you wrecked
the miles you trekked
the fecks you've given
disconnect
is the heaven we were
waiting for,

I've checked it and it's true
blue is the new eight ball,
fall and we rise with stars
where our eyes used to be,

failure is the common theme
the *******
that primal scream
your
monsters become friends,
time lends a hand by striking up
a marching band,

are you disconnected now?
please wait,
we will answer your call.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
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