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May 21
your eyes have been as blue as the ocean,
with thoughts that could break the walls down.
with your feet wandering backwards,
your hands reached the ghosts
which you got rid of once.
your tongue coldly murmured the curse
with no exceptions for those you held close.
wanting the sun and the moon to transpose
with mind wishing for creatures of doubt.
Written by
arian  21/Indonesia
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