Of course, I'm sore
Wipe your wounds
scan your pain, into my body
Maybe you forgot it
but in your spare and cramped
I was never absent
It was impossible for me
To leave you
which was almost impossible beside me
2020
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| Liputan6 |
I Hate Everyone, But
I love me
Sundays without children
Some banana leaf midrib
which coils the caterpillars
I love me
Lonely rain and a handful of melted palm sugar
in a hot cup
I love me
Lime which sour and melting on my face
every day.
November, 2020
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