Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Kurung.
Tangan terikat melekat empat pejuru,
Nafasku haru. Celaru.
Inginku lari beribu batu.
Kotak kaca yang menyimpan,
Dayanya kata segunung berlian.
Apakah ia ibu segala impian?
Padahal ia segalanya tipuan.
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