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Names on Crumpled Paper
in the dim room, i write
your name on the paper's edge,
fingers trembling, ink hesitates
as if afraid of permanence.
kain sarung drapes the chair,
holding whispers of our past,
the plastic creaks under time's weight.i speak to the wall, careful
words barely escape my lips,
the paper crumples, discarded,
yet it carries …
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Hujan Pertama di Ruang Tunggu
I sit, watching the streetlamp flicker
A lone sentinel in the quiet drizzle
The first rain taps softly on the roof
I trace the rhythm with silent thoughts
Each drop a memory, a whisper of past
As if the earth breathes anew
I am caught in this moment of pauseThe world outside shimmers with …