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Aug 2022
Sometimes
we sit together in silence
and in the silence much is said
and sometimes we rock to a rhythm
under the canopy of a four-poster bed

Once
when I woke up in a panic
She held me and stopped me from falling

if there's a reason for living then this is
that reason,

sometimes we sit together in silence
and in the silence
much is said.
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John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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