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Jul 2024
Shingles
sounds like something you'd dance to
sadly not.

The music goes on
into the longest of nights,
the days become blurs
when your eyesight is shot

but dance anyway
there are more bullets in the gun.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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