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By Tri Yuza Kasnuharda
Naturally, I was born slaughterous
Sure, I worry about unifying whine
Naturally, I die buried soil
Of course, I had not one but thousands
Facedown under the poisoned tree parasite
Crawling among hunger and thirst for power
Infiltrate walked around in a circle promises
Running avoid anger and resentment
Certain !!
Had to wait to wait their turn
Swallowing first pangs
Certain !!
There will be a bright spot
On the possibilities of coming
Spread rumors
crashing snobbery
ripping hypocrisy
Then propped satisfied waged expectations
Friday, December 23, 2016
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