狠狠撸

Babat, Jawa Timur, Indonesia

Owner/ President

I am the pen With a body to be forged from steel But my heart is created from a soap bubble Fragile by dust Paralyzed by the snow While you are said Born of ink memories Which flows along the corridor of my pulse What else left to adore? Asa treason The morning turned dark And now you just said Secretly stored in the mercury, the fireflies, dim the lights on my room