though it is hard to believe,
remaining in the same yard would be retrieved,
once you know the truth smells like olive,
smile,
and it will keep the words in brief.
only to see the returning need,
i would walk by letting the seed,
down green the land to feed,
one, and one,
yet still inside,
planning to get rid.
and there you go,
waiting to get yes or no,
it moves hardly,
and slow,
counting in a row,
still the same following the flow.
uih..muka saya sudah glow glow.
shorty gets low low low low.. heee
~susah
~lagi susah
~makin susah
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