clyde by Shaun Loh (17, Singapore)

Heat the stove, and allow my blood to boil. I didn’t leave 
so you killed me. When you let me in on 
your dirty secret, did you already picture the day 
you’d break my chin? The day you’d realise that no, 
Bonnie and Clyde died to be a mere ideal; ​

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imagine how the world would react to a 
Clyde and Clyde tale, how they would aggravate and 
relish the nausea of their hyperbole, 
how they would scorn, then senesce, then mould us as 
martyrs to venerate. By no means am I 

a Clyde though, Clyde. You are the most brazen 
man I’ve ever met, and you have made the most craven 
man I ever met of me. Now solicit my spectre 
before you strike on it. Sense the rush of your 
perversion and acknowledge it.

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