for those who can read, who can understand the meaning behind these strange words. just a page that is still fragile, which slowly begins to wear out, which is still in need of renovation with cobwebs in every corner, which only contains a bunch of sentences that are confusing to the author who was riddled with indecision -like a reed that grows by itself, and wherever-
Sabtu, 08 September 2012
langit sore
"langit sore itu jembatan antara siang dan malam hari" - kata sebuah novel . kalimatnya tidak terlalu sama persis heheh
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