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May 12
You were like breadcrumbs
left unpurposely by my digestion during breakfast

You stayed on the kitchen table 'til noon,
'til Mama swiped away the remaining crumbs,
and
I have lunch
with another dish--a different meal.

Something else, but not
you.
Rekha Nur Alisha
Written by
Rekha Nur Alisha  Jakarta
(Jakarta)   
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