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Sep 2013
Half a candle burns full light and flicks shadows on my wall tonight,
I raise my arms and make a face
and somewhere out in time and space
a star explodes.

I wonder why it's called the butterfly,
just for effect?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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