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Apr 2020
As rune carvings ran red,

And blood-red eyes began to clear.

Adrenaline entered half-life.

Ash fell from the skies once more.

Greeting the world in crow down.


"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
Overdrive, sink your teeth into me and tear away chunks of my guilt.

November 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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