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Elegy at the End of Kalasan Road A poem for Anggy Damirsyah (1982–2024) A helmet hangs on the nail of time, that green jacket still holds the scent of sweat and traces of a hug from the youngest child who, that night— asked when Dad would be home. A plate of hope he carried away in silence, passing through a bend cloaked in shadows, where a life could be taken by a single short message and one sharp blade. Anggy is not just a name etched on a headstone. He is an echo from a slowly turned throttle, on a damp morning, on the way home. He did not simply perish— he grew into a legend, in every back leaned upon by drivers who may not return.
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GM Suryo 60 $Degen
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