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Apr 2020
Cold feet, uncertainty left wide open

Irony striking true

My fears unleashed on the streets

Brought to life once more

Cold blooded reptiles prowl the square

Incessantly I claw at my skin

Peeling, shedding and bleeding

Biting down, doubling down

Cold scaly smooth ridged skin beneath

Under cold moonlight

I'll bare my fangs for the hunt

To find anywhere but here.
Away from here.

December 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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