On the smooth edge of you
redrew moon
silence
then stab.
My soul was torn apart
should it complete
scream
and fall again.
You're missing
is a fruit of wounds
a hurt
not bloody.
You're no longer a way
difficult
to be mapped
silent.
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Atambua-NTT,10 June 2021
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