How Is It? - Poem by kusumawardhani sudibyo
If I throw it..it could be missed.
At least I've tried.
Then just leave it in my fist...wastefull.
Thightly but it's only a weight.
Make me stay there in place.
How about put it somewhere?
But I don't want somebody take it.
I haven't released yet.
Coz the new one hasn't come.
So how's it?
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