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Apr 2020
Grabbing it all by the hair,

Suspending your belief that it could even happen in the first place.

Ah, a beautiful explanation is due, isn't it?

I'm afraid there's none.

It's your fault.
And as you smear my name
And shame me for being honest

No longer feeling the need or want
To walk after you.

August 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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     Reyna and Batchelor
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