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Aug 2013
There is no day
no black, no white
just
hooded figures in the night
with one thing only on their mind
to find
another vestibule and feed the fuel of their desire
set on fire
bound in wire
men in dire circumstance
given
not a chance
except to die,
and now we don't ask why
but we the living
accept that which is gone
we go on
some in
ignorance.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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