In your arms, I am enough,
yet more
In your arms, I am strong,
yet vulnerable
*where poems bloom endlessly
In your arms, I am enough,
yet more
In your arms, I am strong,
yet vulnerable
Specks of dust drift away
Fragments of the past scatter in the air
Weariness crawls, mute, at the end of the road
I composed you
not as a letter,
but as a frequency no one tunes into anymore
My body—
a blueprint drawn in disappearing ink.
Rooms I never entered.
Ada hal-hal yang terlalu rumit
untuk ditumbuhkan dalam tidurmu yang singkat
dan kata-kata menjelma mimpi
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