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- Guritno Purwakanti
- Jul 11, 2016
- 1 min read
Your words are raindrops.
Seven moons have dried up
as I waited
with my empty, rusty bucket.
For I have been
your reader
when you didn't read me,
your audience
when you didn't see me,
your listener
when you didn't hear me.
Your writings,
I miss.
Wani Ardy
Ipoh
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