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Jan 2024
The morning coughs up a covering of grey and I know it's going to be midnight all day.,

jesuuus
I need infrared to navigate my way out of the bed.

oh well,
doing it
is better than
talking it.

She says,
'put a cork in it'
I
hug the walls.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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