Ilham Q Moehiddin

Rookie (08 February / Indonesia)

Tears Gather

She stopped crying, both ends meet. Your tears fade new powder powdered rice flour. You're a young deer marrow pulp mixed with bamboo shoots, when westerly winds are still loyal in your pocket. Mother crying both ends, both ends meet. Not to mention I slipped jasmine in your bun, fulfill my love of acacia flowers at the neck, was my idol when she r

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