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Apr 2020
You were sitting alone while humming to the howl of a fire, that burned a single bar of cinnamon
You were eating a paper, that scathed by the tortuosity of a man, with his boredom
You were trying to fill a void, meddling the matter of the laic
Were you, dead before the words have been spoken?
Written by
Daffari Utami  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
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