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Feb 2018
I felt your knees grip me like an ***-licking dog eats a purple turnip
under a bench when it's snowin' & like a ** when wind is blowin' I
staunched your wounds to stop the fiery-red blood from overflowin'
π‘Ίπ’–π’›π’š π‘©π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’π’”π’Œπ’š
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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