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"...The poison had run through my vein But I know what I'm doin' This is my cure, antidote Pouring unspoken fury into a poet Which may sound like casting a spell For one to return or fall." Across the sad years, we become more and more acquainted with heartbreak. They come in the form of losses, isolation, and self-hate. Don't let them stay any longer, or your heart will be blackened. Each person has their antidote, and as for me, sharing is. I hope this collection of poems could untangle the intricate minds and resonate with you. Text copyright © 2021 by Sinta Kusumawardhani (@sintamkusuma). All rights are reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior permission of OUP.
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