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Jun 2022
In your eyes
I see my harvest moon
I climb to daylight but
you've gone too soon.

it would have to be
this way it has to be
and unrequitedly
wins the point.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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