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The Fog

reveille
overnight rain continues
longevity
the heart is still beating
kedat twitch
many fart
demanding motion continues
calling my wife 'honey, fat'
where are you, is it going?
At the same time, the vendor rolls through, blowing his trumpet
tut, tut, who buy bread battered
ah, the world is still spinning
Furthermore, while the angel of death
pick mist
parted the curtains of the sky
invite Marley
though creed nurcahya
burning chest young children
with love, the light of love
in the hearts of idol
only puja,
coming out of the lips prayers romance
who always struggled with fog

poem by Prasetya Utama
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