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Oct 2021
Different soldiers with different swords.

Dominating & demeaning,
with similar swordsmanships.

Masqueraded in white silk,
with a bouquet of roses,
they strutted with pride.

One by one,
a peck on the cheek,
laced with honey and sugar.

Masqueraded in sweetness,
the outlines of it,
seemed blunt.

One by one,
pecks on the cheek,
now with traces of crimson trails.

A sword in facade.
Each,
with excellent swordsmanships.
Most boys, just out to hurt you, like as if they were trained to.
Kwa
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Kwa  16/F/Singapore
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