The Pretender - Poem by Prasetya Utama
A woman approached, asking
'Why do my eyes prop? '
'Probably going to give money to someone,
but forgotten '
why your eyes so sore. but he is mistaken,
'I want to check the money,
or want to charge but shame, '
I pretended not to know,
I actually know
I know, yes I do not want to give money
because I know
He often deceive you too
This world is already full of deceit
There in the eyelid
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