Trudy Ana

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COLD 


It was still dawn here,
in the boring sphere
The room was cold,
As cold as my hold

Figure out your hold,
block out my wall
Haunt out your warm, rise out my cold

*Jakarta, August 25th, 2014 - trudy ana*






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