The woman living in the apartment next door Would rise early in the morning, Waking me with her cheerful voice. Now and then, she would appear at the door, Only to vanish just as suddenly. It turns out she loved solitude I realized that only later. She got married and moved away, Yet her voice
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As I think of you in prison It would have been cross with me, the rain. The wind would have blown cold in the nights, Slapping the dike; The mosses would have fed by its dampness. A handful of the blue in the narrow windows A couple of doves in the yard Would have wriggled,
everything ought just to be a bit jumbled on our bosom the day ought to bleed instead of the rose stars ought not to fall onto the sea sparkle, in silver pants fillies ought to enter water in the moon time, wild boys gyrating around the sea all dads status quo, dads are conservative all
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think of a new continent without natives a tiny island multiplying as it sees you wherever you touch it gets as soft as cotton, it becomes a dream if you bite think of it as it was waiting for you for millions of years the one you embrace, saying ‘my beloved, daddy’ think of your
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preoccupied with remembering of the creation a human in dinner dress when reaching the edge of the cliff catches the universe of nobody the sun belong to the sun stars cover outside the darkness and in fact the globe chained only to the gravity of the mind without any surveillance of a warden his or
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Whose whistle you played oh old ship All your adventure has to do with a higher wave Because I just jumped up why teasing the clouds Sky seems the blood of the sea Oh old ship whose whistle you played with the breeze Put a mirror for your deck in rainy days Till as if
i merged onto the street and i am now an uprooted bud the side way a bit, a bit of a sprout a little bit rabbit blood with my subsided yearnings, and a bit in love oh mom come and swathe my large shoots, round me up and fold me with home brew me with
good news. sunlight has come back the ones who look at the rose hurray! it has been for long it did not fall any sinister leaf in my orchard Even it did, I washed the nights in my snooze I burned the post with the dark blue band rotten, its sails patched. now all rivers
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“Always there is another way” says, as he opens up the most beautiful weigh… my lighter gets bigger in my left breast gas leaked cigarettes in the forgotten shelf grocery man Muhsin solving puzzle his never ending one an organ with two letters? – Oh, you would not know dear – nasty things go through
time accumulated with its white scratches fillies blended with the horizon flora and the skies the sea encircles you it hides the inexperienced words girls of the plumb efflorescence white milk, white harbors clouds of bedrettin from five lakes, three seas eyes of corn tassel, lips of sunrise while looking at the bird skin of
