Wet eraser spells gaze at me
Each chant bounces macapat saddle,,,,
Like a conscience
that was conveyed to me
Even guitar sounds different
when my fantasy
Toward your recollection
Shakes that clawed,
gave birth to the tub
the poet is hesitant,,,,
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