Senin, 25 Januari 2010

Titis Pratiwi

Tangled with question marks
I come forth this world
Tortured by silly barks
I fled as they whirled
Sorry here to say that

P
ray is not my pay
Rather I’ll be dying
And be free from all the lying
Think never before I speak
Ill then that made me sick
Worry not coz I will run
In the end we all be gone

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