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Flowers at the Wrong Door
a memory, fragmented, like broken glass
delivered flowers, wrong address,
the street silent, a whisper of past
kain sarung on a plastic chair,
time's echo, in the hollow airmy future self watches, detached,
a spectator of my own missteps,
the weight of petals, misplaced,
lingering scent of roses,
lost in the mundane spacesa …
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Pakaian Belum Dicuci
Di sudut kamar, tumpukan kain menanti,
seperti kabel listrik melintang di udara,
menggantung harapan yang tak terucap,
menyimpan jeda di antara serat-serat,
menantikan tangan yang belum tiba.Kusampaikan isi hati dalam hening,
memohon dalam sunyi yang bergetar,
seiring waktu yang terus bergulir,
dalam ketidakpastian, kurasakan damai,
seolah Tuhan hadir di sela keraguan.
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Ashtray Full of Cigarette Ash
The door remains closed,
like a stubborn silence,
waiting in the air.The ashtray brims,
with whispers unsaid,
finding peace in uncertainty.