Me, getting used with these
As the wind howling
Whispering a spot of silence
Again just shrugged
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Me, a woman living in Bogor, West Java Province-Indonesia. I enjoy myself, my body, and my soul through dreams and writing poetries as a way to reflect and see something from other perspectives.)
Corpse In Mannequin
Me, getting used with these
As the wind howling
Whispering a spot of silence
Again just shrugged
I fly to sands and rocks
Laughing, shaking, and shouting at me
Standing among'em is a heart
Without knowing what took me here
They see me a girl
Fulfilled by flowers and scent of fertile
Trapped in an ancient mannequin
Quiet and grey as old
Grin is just a fake
A fake that laughs the universe
Silently, it forces the water to come out
Call it just tears
To whom I stand firm
Even clouds change the shapes
How I beg myself to recover
Again with mask
Mannequin of a lady
Corpse in a beautiful cold
Sorrow in a fertile soil
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