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Scrawl traces of your existence
Etch runes of power
Nibble the possessions meant to fade
Dig into flesh willing to bleed

Hear, the tales of eons past
Explain your purpose of existence
Lovingly caress as you are whittled away
Plead for more, til you lose where you end

And you begin.
Lift me up, and set me down gently.

13th of January 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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