You taught me that love is no more than just an irony
When we are too busy talking about memory.
You taught me that pain is fine;
What I need is just a case of wine.
You are the only thing that swimming around my mind.
You have all the things on the swirling skies of mine.
What you do is always in a nevermind,
Unless for making myself so blind.
*originally written long time ago, about two or three days before Indonesian Literature Day, in the middle of the night, or perhaps in that very early morning, while remembering some 'coffee' things about that witty tweety snake-head murrel.
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