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Sep 2014
Fire in turn can caress or can burn
but
of the elemental forces it is
fire that courses through these veins where madness reigns,
Knighted in blood and wearing a hood made from Sulphur and steel,match me,
come catch me aflame,come feel the heat in the game we call strife.
Life can be hot
depends who you've got for your friends,
asbestos tends to deflect me,
do I
detect that in you?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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