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Apr 2020
I'll court myself once more,

Slowly, as the walls come down.

Lovingly,as if I was holding my newborn child.

Easing myself so I might hold my own joy in arms long unused.
Give me the grace to accept myself.

17th of January 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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