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Jubilating Kala

Photo: Mahatma Putra‘s Personal Archive The room was black,as black as my past.The memories were dark,glancing in a blast.From an old clock rack,tick-tocked in a rush. _ It was rainy today, I saw at the weather forecast.It was wet and cold, yet we ate Haagen-Dazs.We were together, yet we listened to Radiohead’s ‘Just.’Finally you said […]