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Apr 2020
It's always the eyes that get me.

For a walking black hole of emotion,

I sure keep swirling back to them.

When it's all said and done with,

I've become one of the unthinking majority.

The bones ache again.

Can't seem to dislodge this knife in between my spine, either.
And love will keep us buried, keep us grounded.

October 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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