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Apr 2020
So, it's dark to you, huh.

Then take my hand and watch me slip under.

Let's drown everything in a shade of gray.


Whispering in monochrome, noir, dystopia, sepia.
Til the end of this dance we both suffer.

November 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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