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Nov 2023
**** death
although
we breathe it in every
breath that we take

I am not a fan.

Blow hot
blow old
it's
still ******* cold

but I'm on the burn,
waiting to turn
into summer
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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