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Genduk
Genduk
jakarta the daughter of warm waves and deep cold rice field
Another Tinder match supposed we hike to bromo mountain If not to suffer me neighbor country guy Where jaded is the least people be lives in a bunkbed dorm room For months and months Certified to put judgement on strangers He studies everyone But locals Talks in languages but local's He's interested in story of stragers But not my story Too local maybe One lunch in a local's I lend him lunch money He never thinks he owes me A thing He sits there on the corner Reading people's story Those whose land made By foreign spices, coal, and sweats Like me
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May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
Stranger who lives on bunkbed
Eat at home Drink at home Work from home Love at home Read at home Nourish our home Alone at home Together at home Make peace at home Grow beans at home Educate from home Sit and cry Grow patience from home at home
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May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
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three classes to teach 5 hours a week I forgot the due date again is it this week or last week if this one time I can pretend a student with blushing cheeks giggled so blatantly as if the slides I made was some of childhood worth of joke look! I won't give you a rotten apple I had from my graduation day I stucked my teeth there I can feel the pain still long from the first day my braces just got tighten in high school, I put coins in my uniform the grey skirt that got me wondered how their pocket got stitched and mine didn't my grey skirt was the one with a pocket each side like an elephant floppy ears sticked out I wonder and I lay down on my single bed
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
unmade single bed
to know the frangipani will again rose not one, not two, not three, but more to accept that the betel plant in my small *** no longer battle its grow the mint plant though to have hope that it lasts long we can’t leave this house yet the street tree outside your study room the warmth at noon still let’s have laugh till  the rain fall let’s have a cry on the third mercury retrograde let them all be and do and we two will be and do too
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
Eight Month Rent
i stop things from being said the weather is rather warm it’s been said enough like that ed sheeran song i don’t want to be so repetitive i’m in love with your body how it gets so revolutionary
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Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:14 AM UTC
Body Movement
Pick a color out of me The light blue chair in the living room The sky blue in the sky on moday noon The spinning chair with a grey stain of a mine company receptionist The business district full of green glassy glass windows The weary mind missing a mother in red lipsick Roses as white as medical students jacket Scars of an old man selling brooms Dragged on dried fresh black asphalt Meh.. Brightest streetlight still watching the night will Of merry little heart A city that fill our little lamb
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
Yellow Mind
Keep feeding me doubt then I’ll start doubting Then the deed becomes debt then debt becomes debts and debt of doubts be dead and end in never ending door of doubt
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Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:46 AM UTC
In and Out