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May 2020
My eyes fall back down on the floor.


Grounded, but secure.


This is the logical result : I'm leaving the burn marks behind.

A cool, dry corpse, crackling apart piece by piece in the wind.

Leaving only, beautiful bleached bones behind.
Your skin, bones all beautiful and eternal.

Back after a long break of being ill.

Now, let's finish The Bibliography Of Unspoken Truths.

1st of February, 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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     Gianna and Batchelor
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