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Sep 2013
When externalities are potent,
I ask myself.
Things never go my way
Anticipation is disappointment
In disguise.
And my hopes?
Instantly smothered into false optimisms
And the ashes;
They pile up,
They form a mound,
My rememberance
Of unjust and sighs.

One day, I too will become those
Ashes.
Rosalia Nicole
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Rosalia Nicole  Jakarta
(Jakarta)   
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