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Apr 2020
"Until you became the air in my lungs, the symphony between our steps,
The echoes of your voice in my ears,
The soft embrace of night over day.
You have become, second nature."

"Before, I was one. Now I am less than one, but so much more with you."
The mantle of the Lord Of The Moor is slowly shedding.
June 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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