I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda
Senin, 07 Maret 2011
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BUTA! SEMUA MEMBUTA DI PAGI HARI INI!
AKU KALAP DAN TIDAK ADA MAKANAN DISINI!
BANYAK HAL YANG HARUS DIBURU DAN NAFASKU HANYA SETENGAH SAJA!
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