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Oct 2021
Rising to the surface to break through the meniscus,
sleeping's like drowning except you can breathe.

I did not dream
my mind was blank
I just sank into the depths.

Finally.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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   jdmaraccini
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