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Apr 2020
My flesh is crawling
Coated with the sensations
That were left from yesterday

My heart is cracking
Bound together by hope
That I chose to hold close/dear

My soul is fading
Touched by the end of all things
Where even death may die.
Delve deeper into your own depths, to emerge haunted.

4th of January 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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