Llamas of my being, passionate fire
A night? No, life
waiting
when days go by,
yoke convicted
"How to separate you!?
Are you my meat. Luna
mother
muse, so now
dream, I know this morning
,
"At last? Maybe?,
be my best story,
"finish? You think?
Without you ever!.
(Picture of Tony Ariawan)
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