Dorothea Rosa Herliany Poems

when i married you, i silenced my need for your fidelity.
you then changed and became my obedient slave.
this world that i own i built on a hill of stones
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have you still kept that knife?
don't rinse off the blood. i still can hear that sweet groan.
you wrote in the pages of the book of love. late at nights, we'd read
the instant our raging blood boiled and gushed together
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i, sinta, have retreated from incinerating
myself. for the sake of holy blood
for the most cowardly man known as rama.
then i washed my body, with black blood,
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