Wet eraser spells gaze at me Each chant bounces macapat saddle,,,, Like a conscience that was conveyed to me Even guitar sounds different when my fantasy Toward your recollection Shakes that clawed, gave birth to the tub the poet is hesitant,,,,
Wet eraser spells gaze at me Each chant bounces macapat saddle,,,, Like a conscience that was conveyed to me Even guitar sounds different when my fantasy Toward your recollection Shakes that clawed, gave birth to the tub the poet is hesitant,,,,
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