A weaver of tales, a master of deceit,
His words, like cobwebs, fragile and fleet.
He paints a picture, vibrant and bright,
But in the shadows, hides from the light.
With promises broken, and trust betrayed,
He leaves a trail of hearts, heavy and frayed.
A hollow shell, a charade of grace,
His lies, a mask upon his face.
Yet, in the depths of his soul, a flicker of pain,
A longing for truth, a chance to regain.
But the web he's spun, too tightly wound,
A prisoner of lies, forever bound.
(Tegal, central Java 21 10 2024)
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Moharif Yulianto
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