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Jul 23
some are thriving on the porch
  after the black shadow is gone
  move from upstream to downstream

  on the ground which actually cracks
  the moon clings to weeding out the horizon
  with perfect rounded handsome
  being yourself
  half did not exist

  O sleeping gem
  as if I could reach you
  I will fall deeply
  so that at the same time sinking in the bottomless sea
  at the tip of your eyes

Bogor, 2019
Written by
Joy  23/M/Indonesia
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