bad poet miss.
The smell is still smoky
rose to the seventh sky
spluttered in the circle of dreams
until the morning dew reluctant to wash
He is a gaharu longing
as my race vehicle to you
plugged in a snugly pertangkup
with your face facedown
And still as usual
my poem is a playground ...
for our longing children
holding each other warm warmth
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