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Jul 2014
Sane?
I do not write,do not spend hours in the night wracking my brain,
everything is bled from veins,punctuated stains,
blood and blisters are my sisters.
I kissed my normal life farewell the day I read,
well I say read but more like being led into the 'Wasteland' and
whose fault was that?
some ****** cat or someone who wrote that,who knows?
not I.
I do not write,I trample down the alphabet,sweat out sentences to lengthen silences,create audiences,
Sane?
T.S Eliot one of my faves.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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