MEMORY
~ still smell the fragrant smell of your body here, in the gallery where all utopian stated.
~ A piece of painting hearts have you taken this afternoon, with a piece of parting words that tore feeling.
~ The girl without knowing yet so perfect your lovely face, lock me in a vacuum.
~ Far away from you ... My life is a storm that slammed into the abyss feel a deep longing.
_Jakarta 09 July 2010_
by Immanuel Arich Tedjo buwono
MEMORY
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