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Apr 2020
Clean up after yourself,
Your mess invites more that are akin.

Why did I ever bother?

Your patterns break out once again

Nothing you have ever let go

Came back to you


Like the oceans you crossed

But yet the only ocean that you never seem to swim in

Time, time itself.

Don't your own primal instincts tell you to give up the ghost?
Shame on me for the ruse.
Shame on me for the blues.

August 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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