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A poem for death

Cutting poems and quotes. They just sound really pretty and they're here for anyone. I'm here for anyone that needs me too

is it still a joke now?

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

Sinister

“Haus eh?” Soalan berunsur retorikal aku berikan sambil mengusap kepalanya. Sinister mendengus sambil melibas-libaskan ekor. Aku turun dari katil dan melangkah ke arah peti ais.

PUKAU (TELAH TERBIT)

Wujudkah Pukau? Atau sekadar alasan telah ditipu seseorang? Pernah dipukau? Hadirkan kisah anda, buktikan jika pukau wujud!

Eksotika

“But we’re not doing it for money. Kitorang terpaksa.” kata aku. “What exactly do you mean by terpaksa?!” “Terpaksa... Sebab family kitorang ni – how to put it delicately? – very unique.”