Oblique
Fear breeds bout:
Odd one out,
A strange shout.
Feel the fear:
Crash what's clear,
Drown fond cheer.
Know that feel:
Hurts now bill,
Purge lost thrill.
Lost not found:
In mad grounds,
Pain moods pound.
Ooze of zest:
Now drowns fest,
Odd blown jest.
Leon Enriquez
08 November 2018
Singapore
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