Just Ask
Last light here
Closure steers
Sad moods touch
Nothing much
Close the door
Empty core
Work day fades
Ending trade
Hard times call
Bolster gall
Touch brings hurts
Messy dirt
Such sad waste
Bitter taste
No one comes
Broken sums
In the end
Dying trends
Work brief pain
Start again
Why not ask
Beyond bask
Leon Enriquez
30 October 2019
Singapore
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