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Dec 2014
Subcutaneous,
in and under the bubbling skin
a pin *****
I feel sick
I look thin,
a nerve trapped
body sapped of energy
in pain under the Christmas tree
sleeping only fitfully,
December's really not for me
give me June,July and
let me live
or let me die
in peace.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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