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Sep 2013
Sat on the sand with my life in the palm of my hand and in the other a razer,at times being the star gazer is not nearly enough,not when you feel that things are cutting up rough,
but the blade is the ***** that will dig you a pit,why sit on the sand when you can be a part of the land?
You and your left hand with the right one not knowing if you're coming or going and the razer,
the razer like a laser light will cut you a piece of the night and there'll be no return,what you plan to do,you don't learn,
you're a fail,go back to the start again,it's your chance to begin again and feel more pain
or cut.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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