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Apr 2020
Come into my arms

Against my chest, wrapped in my embrace

Nothing seems to matter now.

Through repeated patterns, a sense of familiarity

Rummage we did, through our own senses and emotions

Inside yesterday, we found today.

Perhaps, even today will be worth it for tomorrow.
Here's our last waltz, to lead into a tango.

Autumn Love, Spring Romance Of 2017.

September 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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