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Jul 2023
yeah, yeah,
we could all name them
those men who need to
up their game,
then,
even though we know we know them
we'd know them once again.

but why should we name them
if we only find that we are them?

Trying to skip out of orbit
but frightened of flying alone.

It's Wednesday,
forgive me,
you'll live.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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