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The tip of her finger paused of tracing the words. Her heart refused to take a dash of air. ‘It smells awful’, she said. She couldn’t help but wonder whether the filthy breeze was assorted among the dusts, dirts and mold, or just originated from a stench of death at the corner of the room.

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A Story of The Shoeshine

Dawn came with a dreary gray, ominous without a sign of warning. Until the clouds gradually cracked into a half, exposing the radiant of the sun light, he still did not care.

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Through The Mirror

Satu, dua, tiga… kemudian tak kutemukan lagi sisa daya untuk sekedar menyentuh piringan kecil keempat yang berderet rapih di pusat chiffon pelindung tubuhku. Meski telah kuhirup wangi kamomil yang berbaur dengan rempah menyengat, nyatanya masih terasa ngilu di dalam sana; tepat di pusat titik antara sepasang alis gelapku.

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NOSTALGIA

Kutundukkan kepala, mendesah beribu kali menandingi sepoi angin yang berlalu-lalang. Seharusnya aku berucap syukur, bukannya mengobar hati dengan segala rindu yang selalu menusuk-nusuk kepalaku.

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HE IS COMING

Again, I felt the same pulse.

It thumped me on the chest harder than ever, as if a swarm of timpanists were clashing the drums and fighting between themselves. I still ignored it until the ordinary beat became a frenetic, perpetual rhythm.

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