Sitting here again, at the terminal bungurasih. Watching a brilliant blue sky above me.Carcinogenic plastic glass coffe fulfilled my darkened mind. Puspa sari, pelita mas, wisata komodo, bali perdana, harapan jaya went back and forth through the gate, leaving black ashes then thickened the humid air. I feltshort of breath, my soul rejected all of those angelic voices.. God give us wealth through your wind of sovereign and wisdom
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