"I want to go home ...."
breath at the end of the trip
explosion
night train rumble
roared tub howled in pain
a troubled split
station is also breathing
ocean passenger
nan grimly waiting
do not go too dark
: Where is the morning?
I had to go back
traitor who shared warm
under the covers heart
not stop grinning
- what the hell is going to play
staged
bosom puck just shadows
the mournful sobbing
on the surface of the pond
longing for silence
heaved a willingness
shelter in the place of origin ....
Jayapura, August 24, 2010
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