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Dec 2021
On a cigarette ****
that burned out
but forgot to smoke,
in a cup of coffee
whose dregs
are accidentally swallowed,
also a pile of novels
whose contents
are only romance,
I love you like a loss.
I once imagined
you were writings
that I needed to read many times
until I could understand
then I guessed
and ended up
still wrong.
Sometimes,
we are too confident
for things that are not
necessarily certain
then turned off
after reality hit it
repeatedly.
Indonesia, 17th November 2019
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Written by
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho  25/M/Indonesia
(25/M/Indonesia)   
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     --- and Melancholy of Innocence
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