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Apr 2020
The eighth in a long line of failures,

Luring all he could use to build his empire of rust.

Lusting after impossible trajectories,

Trachea wheezing in sorrow,

Rowing down the empire of rust.
It's a tragedy, played til kingdom come.
June 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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