puisi tentang mencari kedamaian batin
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Phone Screen in the Dark
the glow casts a quiet spell,
fingers hover but never touch,
words drift in a silent dance,
a world unfolds in gentle hues,
yet eyes hold a distant ache,
like a glass with misted edgeseach message a whispered echo,
seeking warmth in digital breath,
hopes flicker like fireflies,
caught in a jar without air,
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