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May 2023
I swear, it's Sunday,
sometimes
most times
I swear when it isn't
Sunday.

Troubled sleep?
not me
I close my eyes and drown
under an ocean of a duckdown
duvet

and
I hear her,
'Sia'
singing,
or perhaps
I'm just imagining.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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