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Last published Mon, Nov 13, 2017
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Nampak macam aku
Tapi bukan aku
Tak segembira dulu
Tak sekuat dulu
Tak sehoptimis dulu
Mana aku yang dulu?
Dah dapat?
BELUM
Mungkin sedikit masa lagi
Tuhan kan dah janji
Bagi hidup & mati
pasti ketemu nanti
pasti...
Terima kasih Ilahi
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