Your mouth is a black hole
Spewing debris before you implode
Hope is skin I live in
And you flay, you flay
I, like iron sing when struck
And compassion reverberates
Life is a game of love, of verve
And I play, I play
What is death? Disconnect from sustenance.
Wings clipped and trapped in tradition.
For fear of discomfort.
So who pays, who pays?
- Daryl Goh
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