Shouting your name does the trick
Echoing when the heart is empty
I lamented all the signs
Really ruining my fate.
Dropped repugnantly colonial
It spreads and hates changes.
Some remnants of nobility
Sort of pinnacle
All corrupted spelling in my prayer
Copyright © Yudho Sasongko | Year Posted 2021
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