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Apr 2020
The silent tick of the clock
Brings me home to you

The silent tick of the clock
Brings me home, to you.

You are the unwritten sensation,
The unspoken passion.

Held passively,
Arms bound around my skin,

Just the two of us,
In this moment forever.
Hold me, darl.

Autumn Love, Spring Romance Of 2017.

September 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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