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Batchelor
Poems
Apr 2020
Wayne - Z
Cold sweat running down the face
Mouth clenched in anticipation of the yawning pain
The open wound festering would've been preferable to the sealing, stitching of it.
Dour expression on my face as I make the choice
Because I know, I know I have to do this.
Til we meet again.
Here lies the facade, the masquerade I held.
A lifetime of hiding behind cold logic.
June 2017.
#thekinginblack
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Batchelor
30/M/Singapore
(30/M/Singapore)
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