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Bright baby was born from the blue face of city
Blanket was so white, surrounded by very black color of hearts
Face was shining, kissed by the light of darkness
Skin was smooth, sodden with the red-fishy sweat of life
Feet was very small, stand against a great power of path
Shoulder was powerless, the burden was careless
Two little eyes that show no fear, while the death was near
Two little fists that alight like a sun
Sickly and gone with the light of sun it self
by : Moch. Haris
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