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Jun 17
The room was dim, with a little spark of shady blue
Though she could sense the catastrophe prying, she laid herself down there, dully
Her inclination of the prejudice
Left her, drained
Foreseeing a vast ultimate chaos
To an undeniable disastrous end

The night had been too long.
Efa Nuryani
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Efa Nuryani  25/F/Somewhere only we know
(25/F/Somewhere only we know)   
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