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Apr 29
Era
They tell me to be polite
and not to write about
the monsters that we might
encounter through the night..
..okay

everything is lovey dovey
there are no succubi
I wonder now why I
ever thought there was.

She says,
that's so much nicer
but She would.

I am bound to her by
the chains of my heart

jeez
I do got a heart?

seems so
and She should know,
but She
wanders off
to sleep
I suspect,

but then
I always do.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
(69/Here and now)   
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