pain scratches in the recesses of the heart
sliced up your expressions
don't want to understand
pouring wounds from sincere holy love
pricked by your spiked sprig
long time I hope your fragrance grows
refresh my barren heart
but I am not a real beetle
who is able to sing you songs
sweltering after changing rain
hope the seeds of love grow impression
I squeezed begging in my lap
softly begged not to have our love divorced
why do you consider the poison honey
then you sincerely cast my love
and you leave bitter bile dense
to kill my love at the end of time
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Solo, Fri, 15th March 2019. 7:53 pm
'with love and peace'
Suko Waspodo
antologi puisi suko
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ilustr: Edvard Munch
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