Write and rewrite, and write and rewrite.
For someone to believe,
One can bleed ink.
Red for pain.
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Time climbing around the corner of the wall, knocking on the locked door.
Peeking, whispering, asking.
'Is the best saved for last? '
The clock looking out in the window,
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Seperti ini,
Terbaring disini,
Menanti mimpi,
untuk sekian kali.
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