kalian
hidup seperti semut bernapsu sama gula
teruslah melacur
pahit saat gula habis itu biasa
kau pun dijual biar mereka tidak hancur
pura pura jujur
kunci bibirmu biar hati usangmu belajar baca
sebentar lagi indukmu juga kolaps
kau nikmati dulu manis seperti teh di hari hujan
aku tinggal tunggu hitungan akhir
a bond
never measured
from how many times we touch one another
but from how many times
our heart greets and meets in rendezvous
with or without the distance
i'm drawing a dream
sometimes i fail
when i loose the chalk
and the colour fade
But my sketches remains
stays in my head
it stays while i'm resting
nested in my pores
and I'm drawing a dream
where each line become real
each colour turn vividly clear
your skin can feel it
your lips can taste it
your eyes will flirt when you see it
nothing stay untouched.
so for another dream i will sketch
and for another line i will draw
let's wait and watch it grow
all sketches that come alive
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