The door remains closed,
like a stubborn silence,
waiting in the air.
The ashtray brims,
with whispers unsaid,
finding peace in uncertainty.
Tetesan di Ember
Menjelang malam, pesan terakhirdi layar, sunyi tak bertepigenteng bocor, tetesjatuh…
The door remains closed,
like a stubborn silence,
waiting in the air.
The ashtray brims,
with whispers unsaid,
finding peace in uncertainty.
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