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Apr 2020
A piece of red string was cut recently,

Even if I didn't feel it,

I saw time itself unravel, unexisting.

O sweet starling, starlight.

Understand we can't reach out anymore
Dead eyes

Ample lips

A mind as broken

I leave.

October 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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