Twilight on the eighteenth day,
the moon is covered in clouds on the high horizon,
tonight let me lie on the cold floor,
very cold.
This is my day,
life crochet story sheet,
I really want to complain
this pain and pain really torture,
but what for you without you?
Pink,
the color bias is beautiful,
on this cold floor our story becomes history,
imprisoned heart scream
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Jakarta October 28, 1995
By Muhammad Saroji
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