By Ishtar Maryam
What it was growing on your tongue, sir?
he that spread and never forget you feed poison
It is a poison that would kill me if I was not careful when
flirt with you
Let's breed all sorts of animals such as yours
wife's yours is mine, yours and mine
bred in our tongue
the tongue is full of the fetus could
- Dining table, June 28, 2011
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Ishtar Maryam. Enjoys writing and her works can be found in the mass media and social media sites. Living in Bandung.
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