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Oct 2015
I wonder what died yesterday
what was forced from this life
because it couldn't pay,
what say you
do you know?

I go through the papers
one letter, one word, one sentence
one line,
one page at a time, but
no reports of a death.

So I breathe again,
tomorrow
I'll wonder what died
yesterday, but
today is for the
living.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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   Sumina Thapaliya
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