One day later . . .
My body will die
But in the distich of this poem
I wouldn’t acquiesce you alone
One day later . . .
My voice wouldn’t be heard again
Yet among rows of this poem
I will steadfast investigate you
One day later . . .
My vision will be unrecognized again
Yet, in the letter cracks of this poem
I’ll look for you forever
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puisi tu tuk sahabat yng Q synk .. .
BalasHapusMiss yOu n need yOu 4ever . . .
thank's tuK smwX . ..