January. My first acrostic poem.

Just because we don’t always agree.
After all, we still talk on the same degree.
Neither majority nor minority.
Under the same serendipity.
Along with our independency.
Rout the womb of indecency.
You my friend, it’s time to make a mend.

Budug Asu, 19 January 2019

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