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Mar 9
Lots of pain, he said,
I'm in lots of pain
I looked at him
and said
say that again,

pain
what does it mean?
was it
written into our biology
and brought into the
scheme of things?
is it what heartbreak brings?

I know that he'll never know
but I do.

Sunday night and the air is blue
cigarette smoke emanating from you
curling into a darkening sky
no wonder now
that you don't wonder why

but I do.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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