Jan 12, 2013

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Memori

i.
Berjalan satu orang, berjalan satu diri, 
dipijaknya bumi sejarah, atas bahu mengendong memori,
Di kanan tiada peneman, dikiri diam sepi.

ii.
Tuhan ciptakan essence itu penuh eloknya, penuh sakitnya.
Ia indah, ia membunuh jiwa.

iii.
This is real. I am leaving. 

iv.
When am old, I would like to be able to look back to this youthful period, 
and talk about how it was the best times of my life.

12.1.2013

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