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Dec 2023
It's no good asking me
I knew nothing
except for the stars
and the relentless sea,

and when I docked
I was
******,

didn't understand dry land
couldn't comprehend
and so
I set sail again.
the lost
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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