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Oct 2021
we are the ghosts
the machines are just emissions,
nocturnal emissions maybe, but
machinery all the same
and we,
and we
are not free,
we
are trapped in the fugue
we
think that it's music
but
it's actually madness.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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