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Apr 29
It's getting lighter in the mornings
which is a weight off my shoulders,
darkness is heavier by far
and by far
I mean about fourteen pounds an inch
at sea level
yeah,
it's all Greek to me too,
but the way is the way out of the
night where in limbo the ghosts
hold onto you tight.

Monday and the record is stuck
I've been here before
just my luck
another repeat
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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