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Jan 2017
For all the time we are
Obvious you are, the same
Oblivious to the truth
The lies, the honeypot, flows freely

My love, this is goodbye
May life pleases me, ergo
Come I will, back, for you
If only to inflict pain on you
For I want you to feel the same

On my deathbed, when aging is done
I will want to chuckle, reminiscence of
Perfection brought forth
Happiness turning into a nightmare
Syafiq
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Syafiq  Singapore
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