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Jan 2016
the bright colored sand
seems like delusion to me
shooting pebbles like it was nuts
like human does not bleed

fire that went out
thunders that went in
more so, more so, more so.
the chanting that never ends

on and on again
until the land is carved to the sky
A poem i made 2 years ago
Nabs
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Nabs  Indonesia
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