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Gelas Bening Berembun
A glass sits, clarity blurred by mist,
Voices dance, harsh and soft in the air,
Like a promise unspoken, it twists,
In silence, I listen, yet unaware.The invitation rests, unsent, untouched,
Words collide, a cacophony of dreams,
Through the fog, intentions are clutched,
In quiet corners, nothing's as it seems.Each word a whisper, …