i want to know, beneath your glow

hand grenade


glycerine atmosphere.






a Kallang Friday

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i know you,
and i know you take this one to make me smile
listen with your eyes closed
can you see now what's killing me?

i've worked hard to be your lover,
until i've broken into your office
i would cry to and hate my features
if to be wry is what you desire
hear me, a something you should know