We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorn among our leaves, to pick a rose we ask our hands to bleed…
Monday, March 17, 2003
Terus terang aku tidak tau kau dimana saat ini...........
kau menghilang begitu saja seperti debu debu jalanan
yang tertiup angin.....entah kemana.......
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