There, upon my made crib of flowerets, I lay for my flesh and pale bones to be consigned. As weepings of mine solaced the sorrow, as demise silenced the crimson heartstring. (2024) By Talia Adjipati, Isaiah Djoningrat, & Chalistia Kertodirjo
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