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November Rains
The water point of November rains
This morning
Cultivated my beautiful memory
That for a long time has been stockpiled in the sin waste
The Waste of my life
That was slow
To became fertilizer of my soul
From the body that increasingly rotted
Now my memory growth weak
In the roll of the black cloud
poem
by
Prasetya Utama
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