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A Bouquet Mistaken
The door creaks open, unfamiliar faces
greet my awkward smile, hands clutching
a bouquet meant for another tale.
The petals, vibrant yet misplaced,
speak a language of their own,
as if whispering secrets of longing
in this unintended sanctuary.A school uniform hangs by the door,
a reminder of days structured,
of paths once clear …
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A Small Bracelet Under the
Dusty whispers beneath the bed,
a small bracelet, forgotten,
like the echo of a laugh,
lingers in the air,
where memories fragment.The waiting room, a puskesmas chair,
silent witness to passing hours,
holds stories, untold,
like this bracelet,
nestled in its quietude.I watch from afar, detached,
as if the world spins,
without me,
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Suara TV di Ruang Kosong
Kabel listrik melintang di udara,
menggantungkan suara yang tak pernah sampai,
TV menyala, suara orang-orang—
bercerita tentang hari yang tak kutahu.
Jeda panjang di tengah kalimat,
seperti menunggu jawaban dari sunyi.Aku mendengar tafsir suara,
mengulangi kata-kata yang terpotong.
Berjarak, tapi tidak memusuhi,
seperti suara hujan di luar jendela.
Mereka bicara, entah kepada siapa,
seolah …