Jumat, 09 Maret 2012
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Beauty is now concerned. Boisterousness have spread silently. Smell Land after the rain has not fragrant smell first. The only remaining body smell the rancid silence. There is a period where we are forced to own in the desert. A pause of reflection, that life is not always crowded. But not in silence rarely sit spirit. Loneliness, bitter, nervous, is a slap morgue.