You say it's not love.
It's ADORATION
And you expect me to believe that,
But every day, every time I wake up,
I simply dare your words,
Tell me, how can love grow from its seed?
It grows by adoring.
You simply can't answer
I know you know that it's true.
And all I can hear from my cell phone is,
"Honey, breakfast is ready!"
*ini fragment. Ini bibit. Belum dipupuk. Belum disirami. Jadi belum bisa mencapai keutuhan menjadi sebuah cerpen*
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