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Nov 2022
The reflection in slow motion,
time is folding in,
there's a spider on the windowsill
how do I begin to spin another day away
from every other day that went before?

How are you?
someone asked me
but I never knew.

Saturday?
it's too dark to tell
I feel that it just could be
Oh,
I'm feeling well thanks for asking

See,
I did know but didn't know that I knew it.

Mental lacerations
bleeding from the brain
just a midnight movie
playing frame by frame.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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