Crossing the Night

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On the dusty books, you want to freeze time.
Because the sliver of memory, the second is to continue publishing.
Like poetry, keep track
So lyrical, so gentle, whispering wind in the dream.
Similar light, say hello to sadness, dribbles at the top awful.
Hours shivering in the clink
Night getting thicker.
Love makes it increasingly foolish. A
And love the wild. ah, memories stunned! increasingly do not you know

This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.

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