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Feb 1
The spirits of when they were
walk among us, breathe our air
because no one truly goes
they're still here
in our gestures
in their clothes
it's just that sometimes
grief's so strong
and blinds us
to what we knew all along

no one truly goes.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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