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Nov 2014
It's blood I see,
high octane energy
escaping me.
I shall bleed away into
another day but
only
to see more.

Go to war, the posters scream,
an adventure turns into
the worst kind of dream,
seeping through my eyes at night,
a tunnel
with no end in sight.
It's blood I see,
high octane energy
escaping me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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