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Oct 2014
Prise open the eyes
step inside,
see what lies
behind the glass.
Schisms and reasons to keep them,
weep then,
the eyes see it all from
behind the glass wall.

If I crack,lack the will to survive,
dead eyes and wide eyes look out to
behold me,
fold in on me,I
see me as I see them,
and weep then.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
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   Olivia Kent and SPT
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