Poem | 3 a.m. Conversations

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A loud voice you can’t hear
Only me and my ears
at 3 a.m.
nobody’s around me
just night, silence and my imagination

An honest talk
“Yeah, I’m the real definition of imperfection”
Don’t expect anything
if you’re afraid of being hurt
and I’ll blame myself
for every mistakes I’ve done to you

At 3 a.m.
when you’re still dreaming under your blanket
I had a debate in my head
She gave me a death glare
gave me pressure

“Did I do a crime?”

Yogyakarta, February 5th, 2020-08.04 p.m.

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