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Jun 5
Are you awake?
She asked,
shaking me and
suddenly
I was
because
I had to be
to stop her
shaking me.

She,
picks her moments
like some
pick cherries
randomly
off the tree.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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