Reach your hand in, and pull something out.
You have to take something, anything;
don’t worry, this is Singapore.
There is no need to shout.
There’s enough for everyone,
as long as you’ve earned the right to be proud
of who you have baked yourself into being:
a creature of empty, soulless lies;
a profound and endless gleaming
of very noble attempts to revive
ever…
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