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Oct 2010
Love is Poison
Brings such emotions

My dear, it's like drinking stronger spirits in pray
But We do know We are poisoned by

Are We fool creatures for let it in?
Are We thirsty enough to **** it in?

Roots of heart welcome it
Is it heart's pleasure?

My dear, it is growing to branches
Unseen liquid
Rushing to blood spiralling in veins
Pomping heart too often,,,
Pushing it harder,,,
Getting tired,,,,,,,
Dying,,,,,,,,,,and then

What hymne or ode for Us?
What We have when our hearts die?

No requiems but another poison.
Dian Eka
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Dian Eka
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