Dua hari di Malang, begitu banyak yang hilang
tak bisa lagi kusapa ia dengan kenangan
matahari bukan lagi kawan
dan jalanan siap menerkam
tak bisa lagi kudapati layang-layang
sebab wajah wajah demikian tegang
riuh sudah setiap sudut oleh perburuan
yang tak mengenal tua
Malang, 22 April 2015
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it's already late, my love the dusk is left behind you find no more songs of birds so soft let's set courses in the hallows of mi...
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the morning comes and caresses your face and I hold your name along my days I swear to the sun of the love I slipped in your dream I di...
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now heaven has the rain to share the aroma of anxiety fills the air soon words of hell pour this land as the arena of wordy fists on hand...
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