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Anugrah

Jul 26

1 min read

The red apple fell right beside my hand.

I picked it up, only to realise that fruit was rotten.

The smell of decay seeped into the picnic.

I ran away, maybe the dog is still sleeping.

The referee approval fell ripple beside my handshake.

I picked it up, only to realise that fugitive was rotten.

The snap of decomposition seeped into the pigment.

I ran away, maybe the donkey is still sloop.

The refuge architecture fell river beside my happiness.

I picked it up, only to realise that fur was rotten.

The snow of defence seeped into the pilot.

I ran away, maybe the doubt is still small.

The region armour fell robot beside my harness.

I picked it up, only to realise that future was rotten.

The socket of delay seeped into the pipe.

I ran away, maybe the drag is still snake.

The relation arrogance fell romance beside my hatred.

I picked it up, only to realise that gallery was rotten.

The soil of demand seeped into the pity.

I ran away, maybe the drawing is still snooker.

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