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I am an One who left DA and came back!
ivangila
Male/Indonesia
Why I Am Here
- To appreciate art
Last Visit: 120 weeks ago
Bonaventura Ivhan Dwilhaksana
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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 5 Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Tie crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, 10 My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; 15 For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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I live like I type, fast and with lots of mistakes
Sta.sh
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead 5
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Tie crépe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest, 10
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; 15
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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I live like I type, fast and with lots of mistakes
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oi oi
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"To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time."
"The dog did nothing in the night-time."
"That was the curious incident."
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-have fun-
cya in heaven... please pray for me in the earth
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~ lekker in z'n vel ~
dateng devmeet surabaya..
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thanks..
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bang..bang..
u're dead..
sleepy head..