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Jun 2020
You fed me something real

fed me something true


Now I'm down with the chills

withdrawing from the terrible lie

of warmth eternal
Yeah, we burn.

But eventually, one of us holds true to the only testament left of us.

**IGNIS SOLUS.**

5th of February, 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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