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Aug 5
They're still here.
sometimes in the bathroom
the kitchen, the hall,
sometimes hidden so well
I can't see them at all
but
they're still here,
sometimes in the living room,
which is really peculiar
because they're all dead,
sometimes in my head
scrambling my brain
sometimes I think
that it's me
and I'm insane.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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