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Jun 2023
When you think you've got a hard-on for a Nikon
and realise then that nothing is Instamatic
but you're going through the motions which is
like dropping depth charges into the deep,
and dying oceans
where you'll only **** the plastic.

Kodachrome ain't home and
home ain't Kodachrome
no more

where did it all go wrong?

the summer of sixty nine?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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