Rookie (May 8,1990 / Jember)

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  • Phomolo Dametsi (11/9/2009 3:41:00 AM)

    Turning back the hands of time its like teleporting in the past. we cant control time but we can definately control our situations. Your poem is complicated and I love complicacy, with virtual verbal and prototype.

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My Bright Brown Eyes

A guy with bright brown eyes, who are you?
As I can lie my head higher than thy shoulder,
or go for horizon more, no
Your vulnerable skin like mirror, or so
reflecting every world you've been through
Oh bright brown eyes...
Stunning, lure and passion light up things seen and seeked
Desire enchants every single piece of mine, let them in and calls them
into your supper black hole of light

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