Kenangan masa depan datang ke arah mu seperti serdadu berjalan pulang dari medan perang tunduk di bawah sesuatu, ia tak pernah sampai kepadamu.
there are no oceans in the city, but there is always a turbulence in our chests. the unceasing burst of rolling waves. looking for shores, looking for peace.

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