puisi note 21 november 2014

Note 21 November 2014

Be destroyed last inch of breath sore
he laughed his overstuffed chairs lined up on crazy
space ac bid greed. Alau cool
I'm the owner of sustainable arid
Oh, master degree Ir
lantern gloomy weather alongside the beautiful capital city
mother wrapped her rundown fabric and 2 children
bring a breath, hope twinkle buy rice. The views are accustomed.
He said we are one, not the enemy
Where ..?
I cried yesterday in front of the Parliament building boast
I terperangga
why is not there Soe Hok Gie here
provide fresh breath will be sharp diction-diction anchored tip of his tongue
I smashed, he was one
break a sweat over the beauty of the evening asphalt mattress
friends ...
I speared fitting chest, and heart
spear tip of my life
I still have breath
where your chest, it's my breath.