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Feb 2014
It detonates
the thunder of it reverberates
grates on my nerves
resonating within.
The explosion corrodes me
boding nought but ill
still
I ignite.
Why fight the inevitable,why not just stay in the bubble and keep out of trouble?
It detonates.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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