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Apr 2020
I do not follow by example.
I make my own path.
With bloodied palms and weeping tears.

With dreams buried and feelings hidden.
I am your blade.


And the clock chimes, turns, burns our time away.
Needing satisfaction, doing all you can to breathe her in.


Three times the tears blare with siren calls for home
You should have seen this, you should have held me tighter.


Onomatopoeia, hear my name and tremble.
Unfavorable, unfortunate, and unfair this is.
The author goes on a power trip,
And the high doesn't end til much, much later.
(It takes two years, almost three.)
May 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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