Nothing is priceless unless you
I know you are not that fine
To bring the swarm inside
The little you come to pick me up
With the swarm inside
The locked me has opened
The past of me is healed
The sooner the better
Says someone
The clearer the better
I say
The blind glance of me pictures your face
Another mind of me says you're that fake
Written by Narita Pratiwi
Stop plagiarism!
Anti plagiarism!
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