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Newspaper on the Coffee Table
The headlines whisper secrets I can't grasp,
ink smudged on fingertips,
stories unfold like leaves falling,
beneath the ketapang's shade,
searching for truth in printed lines.I hear my voice, a murmur,
asking questions that linger,
words scatter like seeds,
on the page, seeking roots,
among columns of fleeting promises.The world spins beyond the …