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Apr 2020
I who have become the last thing I wanted to be.

What use is it if a man gains the whole world but loses his soul?

Here's to us, you and I.

My downward spiral with your black hole sun.

*I'll trail my fingers down your skin so you can grasp my lips in yours. Excoquere et ego vobis, mi amor.
Before there was the wine and song of the tragedy of the King In Black, there was another, and the concept of dead certain love.
June 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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