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Apr 2020
distancing oneself from the tell-tale signs

of morbid fascination with you

like thy myth

the rousing rumour you sell

hapless I am

entwined, I'm still.
******* of affection.

December 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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