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Desire-Acquire



a poem by amanda rindunastiti

Life is easy

Said someone who is noisy

You just need to fulfill the expectations

In fact, there are too many anticipations

They can only dictate

Without knowing the weight

But only I know how it struggles

So, I have this puzzle;

Why do we desire,

Something we cannot acquire?

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