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May 2017
It's a cold night, darling.
Ah, actually every night was cold
Without your hand holding mine.

My toes freeze,
they want to run towards you.
But I let them numb,
let them understand.
That sometimes,
I have to stop running

I turned my body
and walk slowly,
from where you are.
One step;
two big steps,
far away.
As far as
I can.
Luthfi Annisa
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Luthfi Annisa  25/F/Indonesia
(25/F/Indonesia)   
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