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Apr 2020
I'm all out of words for now

Running on empty

Lavishing attention

Quiet night

The concept of home shattered

Peace is a word I repeat to myself

I'm all out of feeling for now

Stopped to breathe in

Hiding away

Screaming midday

My last bastion gone

Love is a word I repeat to myself

To obtain semantic satiation

I'm back

Not as me

But as The Beast.
A baptism of fire and tears.
May 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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