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Apr 2020
There's no small amount of desperation seeping out of the cracks.


The sickness within suppressed by sheer effort of will.


The left scars ache with the fires that locked away language of the body.


The right thing perhaps to do is leave.


But I don't want to break from your side,

And the ground screams goodbye.
Gasp.

November 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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