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Apr 17
Imagine the mirror image imagining you imagining it.
and who would do that?

me
me
I wanna go
I wanna know
what I'm imagined as being.

Only Thomas knew
and even he doubted

once again
that ******* in the back row
shouted
get off, you're no good.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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