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Sabtu, 06 November 2010

poetry From Jogja

Can I speed up time to get the clouds are so high It's not like it's not too sore lump my questions Fed up with this situation Inginku destroy the walls of this love, but it also relieved me Let all this pass like the wind Let it all be lost with little scratches Without eraser beautiful than you'll one day there was someone who gave a more beautiful scratches love me I hate your tongue Which can only say but could not give the fact I hate your lips Which just said but there was no evidence of brain Which I hate to think if I could not ask for proof of your love. Poetry from Maulida Fachrun Isach, a state university student jogjakarta

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