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Jul 1
As the night comes
and the light goes
when you feel slow
and
it takes you more time
to know what you know

when you breathe in
and it feels cold
all you ever want to do
is to hold
and to hold on
but the light has gone

and you're all on your own

does it feel like

can it ever
be the place that
you'd want to call a
home from a home

and the night's here
and you can't see  
and you don't feel
but there's no fear

there is nothing at all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
61
   rick and Weeping willow
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