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Apr 2020
You are but the soft growl of a domestic pet.


All bark, and no substance.


Please, I know what I am.


You don't know what you are, don't you?


What a poor unfortunate soul.
And it was so, it took a million ants, just to bring one king down.

December 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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