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Sep 2016
Lilacs are bound to be ruptured,
Shape as sharp as the livid side of the planet.
(the visions of childhood are blurring at the back of your eyes)

in a diaphanous dawn I tried to grab your fatal wound and hide it behind my teeth
(A vivisection/sacrament?)
My Adam's apple, I want to do to you something parishioners did to God.
Sung
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Sung  KL, MY
(KL, MY)   
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   Sk Abdul Aziz and Doug Potter
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