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Oct 2018
I,
i have never thought of love to come
in many phases
in a basket full of lilies,
a moment before the sun rises,
or just in time when droplets of rain rush their way to the ground.
Of love you lay upon me,
when the lilac sky turns dark,
right before midnight
before we burry ourselves into coldness in time.
Nada Syafira
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Nada Syafira
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