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May 2022
Are you alright?
she flicked a dime
heads, I'm fine,
she said.

( tails, I'm dead,)
she thought, but
never said.

the rocking to and fro
is
somewhere where we
don't ever want to go,

no one chooses that.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
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