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2015-03-02

Gadismu Rona Jingga


Mungkin
Mungkin gadismu
sehelai daun maple

Rona mata mencengkam jiwamu
berdenyut
jiwa luruh

mungkin
gadismu
seulas bawang merah

manja nan pedih
melingkar
di seluruh urat darahmu

mungkin sayang
gadismu
sebetulnya bukan aku.




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