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Aug 17
Some things intensify
sounds for one
that look that says come on
the rush of blood when
things go good,

ah
we become tuning forks
catching chords on our lips.

She says,
really?

ideally
She would have loved this
and given me a kiss
which would become
another chord
to learn.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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