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Apr 2020
Sullen eyes sink


Heart beats neatly like it was told to


Forged of dirges


Shaped of dirks


Owned by a ****


Static silences all the mouth elated attempts to break out of


Like the ****


A private one


Sullen and silly


With no where to go.
Choking on your alibis, singing your sweet lullabies.
June 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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