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52/M/Indonesia
Someone asked Is this life real If love doesn't come true? Or the opposite question Is this love real If life does not find its form? There are many people saying Love may not always keep us together But how can anyone say something that is not felt in yourself? Then people run in a quiet circle He saw the love he felt and that’s hurts Because he feels love what isn’t felt He saw his lover Dance in the crowd And it's like a dagger It will be very simple if he can see a gap Return to the past then dismiss the meeting story When his lover was first met But this can be wrong because he doesn't know too Is a lover worthy being called a lover When will it not be owned? Next question how can bear your love Until it suffered so much Whereas once he can't say it? gusblero©2018
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
HOW CAN BEAR YOUR LOVE
grasses in meditation wiggle above your eyelashes grass in fingers I scooped from the meadow of your fertile valleys outside the house drizzle was so down because love without words claimed the crown who grew up on the sidelines of your grasses
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
GRASSES
Sky blue, blue sky Even when the spine to spine feels there is inseparable between the fog in the mountains and the dew on the foliage We split up looking for direction, and in the rice fields I saw hands waving "Come here, honey," so you say Above the mountains Helicopters hovering with banners waving "Didn't you wanna see the city?" written on it That man slammed the shadow of the sun glare There is a desired but never found There are left and should be interpreted as its own The purest December 19, 2014
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
THE PUREST
a cup of coffee in the morning may not satisfy but here I can see the future for the sake of passing so quiet my night beaten messy nightmare in three sips I spend then that's how I like coffee Kofein, nicotine, it's all old acquaintances faithful with which I drank in the serenity while imagining virtual face in a cloud of smoke your face! Coffee is always with me ... May 6, 2011
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
**A Cup of Coffe**