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Oct 2022
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I think of her eyes and
the way she smiles and that's how it is.

Half submerged in that look that is hers,
sometimes I gasp for a breath or a kiss
or a thought and I think of her eyes,

Situations arise,
think of her eyes.
my mantra
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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