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Sep 2020
One ******* stands in the corner of the room.
Whilst the moonlight beams through the French windows,
He is motionless as he waits to endure more pain.
Without suffering and a thumping Pulse,
Can he live?
Although he continuously prays for change,
He thrives and thrives and grows...
PATROCLUS
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PATROCLUS  18/M
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