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Apr 2020
It's a sad realisation,

You've pruned your own branches so that you wouldn't choke and die from stretching too far.

You're becoming ash,

You're becoming an effigy.

To your own cycle that you stepped out from.
All the rage back home, love.

October 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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