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Apr 2020
I'll rather get lost in Hell attempting to find you
I gather that being last in Heaven but walking through those gates with you is fate

Feed the insatiable hunger so that I'm victorious
Lead the sashaying young ones

We're covered by the names of lovers from pages past.

Tattered rags, and rusted chrome chains bond us, bind us.

You're my happiness in slavery.
The love of the dark, of the night,

Meets the love of the light, of the day.

Autumn Love, Spring Romance Of 2017.

September 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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