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Apr 2020
You'd guessed right : we grew cold the longer we weren't in touch.

Our skin's set ablaze, childishly believing we were destined.


Who would've known, the difference between lust and love?


A gnawing ache either way.
Give in to me, give in to you.

November 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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