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Dec 2017
As fruity fruit rots in a tree, I'm on 2 feet like a dead widow on deet
who burns twins of Siamese liars in the grey moss of Irish-bog peat
π‘Ίπ’–π’›π’š π‘©π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’π’”π’Œπ’š
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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