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Aug 2021
That sense of foreboding
when your mind is lit up,
but the thoughts have stopped
loading
and there is
nothing
written in ink to link things up.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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