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Jun 27
What lovers, these lovers, the last lover, the lost lover, those lovers,
got to make it look like a full black book to please the dinosaur that still hides inside me,

She'll probably **** me
possibly with kindness
or more likely with

men should never forget them
however many or few
and should not dream of telling you
anything about them.

I woke with this thought on my mind
but that was years ago
before the asteroid struck.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  66/Here and now
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