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Apr 2020
The only thing he's ever done,

Oh so tired of all the wrongs

A little more.

Every day.

Kept falling apart and.

Slipped away.
The ghost, the noose, the axe.

August 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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