Flaking paint. by John Edward Smallshaw

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Oct 2014

Webs are spun
between the rising
and
the setting sun.

Caught and trapped in the sticky strands of a day
I wait and
waste
away.

Written by

John Edward Smallshaw 68/Here and now

(68/Here and now)

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