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Apr 2020
Sun blazes down on the back of morons

Wind tears posture off their feet

Fighting for a foothold on what will never be, will never appear.

We feel so bad. We're feeling so terribly out of    place

So we
          sink

               Deeper
                 Harder


There is a macabre beauty in not knowing :
Becoming apprehension machines.
Feed the flames of passion,
Feed the flames of fear.

Autumn Love, Spring Romance Of 2017.

September 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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