Sunday, March 20, 2016

Sense: Memory Comments

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I often see a glimpse of your face in people passing by
I still sleep with the doll you gave in miserable nights
I keep smelling the incense you sometimes burned in the house
I missed the calming silence with you by my side
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Maria Sudibyo
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