dims the sense of a dead heart
dark skies warmth of the noon close
convey how sunyinya heart without the presence of
I want said, but sore
hit soul is already moaning
Will pobud heart ached?
If the flavor is gone
when the heart wants
I carry it everywhere right?
Wound that sliced the inner
If you think it will untreatable hadirmu
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